Poems, Том 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 стор. |
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... Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine , And crying , " Who is this ? behold thy bride , ” She pushed me from thee . If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my ...
... Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine , And crying , " Who is this ? behold thy bride , ” She pushed me from thee . If the sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my ...
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... death , Caught up the whole of love and uttered it , And bade adieu forever . Live yet live Shall sharpest pathos blight us , knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will - Live happy ! tend thy flowers : be tended by My blessing ...
... death , Caught up the whole of love and uttered it , And bade adieu forever . Live yet live Shall sharpest pathos blight us , knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will - Live happy ! tend thy flowers : be tended by My blessing ...
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... both : You most , that in an age , when every hour Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death , Live on , God love us , as if the seedsman , rapt Upon the teeming harvest , should not dip His hand 28 THE GOLDEN YEAR .
... both : You most , that in an age , when every hour Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death , Live on , God love us , as if the seedsman , rapt Upon the teeming harvest , should not dip His hand 28 THE GOLDEN YEAR .
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... Death closes all but something ere the end , Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods . The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans ...
... Death closes all but something ere the end , Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods . The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans ...
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... death and birth Dissolved the riddle of the earth . So were thy labor little - worth . " That men with knowledge merely played , I told thee hardly nigher made , Though scaling slow from grade to grade ; " Much less this dreamer , deaf ...
... death and birth Dissolved the riddle of the earth . So were thy labor little - worth . " That men with knowledge merely played , I told thee hardly nigher made , Though scaling slow from grade to grade ; " Much less this dreamer , deaf ...
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Сторінка 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Сторінка 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Сторінка 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Сторінка 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Сторінка 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Сторінка 48 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Сторінка 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Сторінка 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Сторінка 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the" world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Сторінка 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.