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... seemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit , to them she left , her day Had counted as ten years . ( To one , it is ten years of years . Yet now ...
... seemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers ; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit , to them she left , her day Had counted as ten years . ( To one , it is ten years of years . Yet now ...
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... seemed it not - the spell once broke- As though the carven warriors woke , As though the shaft the string forsook , The cymbals clashed , the chariots shook , And there was life in Nineveh ? On London stones our sun anew The beast's ...
... seemed it not - the spell once broke- As though the carven warriors woke , As though the shaft the string forsook , The cymbals clashed , the chariots shook , And there was life in Nineveh ? On London stones our sun anew The beast's ...
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... seemed to me , Swept up the shadow from the ground : And pale as whom the Fates astound , The god forlorn stood winged and crown'd : Within I knew the cry lay bound Of the dumb soul of Nineveh . And as I turned , my sense half shut ...
... seemed to me , Swept up the shadow from the ground : And pale as whom the Fates astound , The god forlorn stood winged and crown'd : Within I knew the cry lay bound Of the dumb soul of Nineveh . And as I turned , my sense half shut ...
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... seemed in one same pageantry They followed forms which had been erst ; To pass , till on my sight should burst That future of the best or worst When some may question which was first , Of London or of Nineveh . For as that Bull - god ...
... seemed in one same pageantry They followed forms which had been erst ; To pass , till on my sight should burst That future of the best or worst When some may question which was first , Of London or of Nineveh . For as that Bull - god ...
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... seemed that the last chords Still sang the words . ' Oh what is the light that shines so red ? ' Tis long since the sun set ; ' Quoth the youngest to the eldest maid : and yet " ' Twas dim but now , The light is great . ' Quoth the ...
... seemed that the last chords Still sang the words . ' Oh what is the light that shines so red ? ' Tis long since the sun set ; ' Quoth the youngest to the eldest maid : and yet " ' Twas dim but now , The light is great . ' Quoth the ...
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Сторінка 15 - She ceased. The light thrilled towards her, fill'd With angels in strong level flight. Her eyes prayed, and she smil'd. (I saw her smile.) But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres : And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers, And laid her face between her hands, And wept. (I heard her tears.) LOVE'S NOCTURN.
Сторінка 274 - A SUPERSCRIPTION. LOOK in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen, Mark me, how still I am ! But should there dart One moment through thy soul the soft surprise...
Сторінка 12 - And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the world. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path ; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres.
Сторінка 14 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret, and Rosalys.
Сторінка 87 - He sends a ring and a broken coin, Sister Helen, And bids you mind the banks of Boyne.' 'What else he broke will he ever join, Little brother? ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) 'He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, You pardon him in his mortal pain.
Сторінка 275 - ... called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen, Mark me, how still I am ! But should there dart One moment through thy soul the soft surprise Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,— Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart...
Сторінка 141 - LIKE the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, A-top on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, — Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
Сторінка 12 - Nothing : the autumn fall of leaves. The whole year sets apace.) It was the rampart of God's house That she was standing on ; By God built over the sheer depth The which is Space begun ; So high, that looking downward thence She scarce could see the sun.
Сторінка 80 - Ashamed of my own shame, — aghast Because some thoughts not born amiss Rose at a poor fair face like this ? Well, of such thoughts so much I know : In my life, as in hers, they show, By a far gleam which I may near, A dark path I can strive to clear.
Сторінка 13 - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come," she said. " Have I not prayed in Heaven ? — on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not...