Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Випуск 310,Том 11871 |
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... gray historic aisles ; Or the full , high - pitched struggling symphony Pursues the fleeting melody in vain : Like a fawn through shadowy groves , or heroine Voiced like a lark , pours out in burning song Her love or grief ; or when ...
... gray historic aisles ; Or the full , high - pitched struggling symphony Pursues the fleeting melody in vain : Like a fawn through shadowy groves , or heroine Voiced like a lark , pours out in burning song Her love or grief ; or when ...
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... gray , — Sad eyes which dwell not on the things around , But gaze for ever on the Far - off Day ! Then a low voice , whispering , " Thy King is come ; Rejoice , be glad , for here he makes his home . " Then rises she and hastens to the ...
... gray , — Sad eyes which dwell not on the things around , But gaze for ever on the Far - off Day ! Then a low voice , whispering , " Thy King is come ; Rejoice , be glad , for here he makes his home . " Then rises she and hastens to the ...
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... . But thou no longer art to - day The sweet maid - mother , fair and pure ; Vast time - worn reverend temples gray , Throne thee in majesty obscure ; And long aisles stretch in minsters high , " Twixt 34 Songs of Two Worlds .
... . But thou no longer art to - day The sweet maid - mother , fair and pure ; Vast time - worn reverend temples gray , Throne thee in majesty obscure ; And long aisles stretch in minsters high , " Twixt 34 Songs of Two Worlds .
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... gray - beard set on rolling clouds , Armed with the bolts of Jove . The Eternal Son , a shapeless new - born child , Supine upon His peasant - mother's knees , Or else a ghastly victim , crushed and worn By physical agonies . The virgin ...
... gray - beard set on rolling clouds , Armed with the bolts of Jove . The Eternal Son , a shapeless new - born child , Supine upon His peasant - mother's knees , Or else a ghastly victim , crushed and worn By physical agonies . The virgin ...
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... gray No more nor higher , traced the wondrous plan , The infinite wise appliances which shape The dwelling - place of man , - Nor halted here , but thirsted still to know , And , with half - blinded eyesight , loved to pore On that ...
... gray No more nor higher , traced the wondrous plan , The infinite wise appliances which shape The dwelling - place of man , - Nor halted here , but thirsted still to know , And , with half - blinded eyesight , loved to pore On that ...
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æther Aphrodite aught beneath blind blooms brain breath burning song calm childish cold crown cruel jaws dark dark harbour day by day dead death deep depths divine doth doubt dread dream dull dumb earth eternal evermore eyes face fade faint fair faith fame fierce flow flowers gone gray grew grow hand heart heaven heaven's gate hidden hill hope knew life's light live Lord love is dead mind mistress loved mother mystical neath night OLD MINSTER pain passionate past poor pure purple clover rise roll round shame shining shore sighs silent sink smile smiling queen soaring sometimes song soul sound southernwood spring stain star strange sweet sweet day swift tears tender thee thine things thou thought thrill throne toil truth voice VOLHYNIA waves weak weary WEARY RIVER wind wise words youth
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Сторінка 120 - Mirth and enjoyment to-day turn to ".Lo! He hath made all things ; good and evil, sorrow and pleasure ; Not as your ways are His ways, yet are ye not all in His hand? Just is He, though ye know not the measure wherewith He will measure; Dark things shall one day be clear; to obey is to understand ! " Thus that voice, solemn and grand.
Сторінка 123 - Take thou no care for aught save truth and right ; Content, if such thy fate, to die obscure ; Wealth palls and honours, Fame may not endure, And loftier souls soon weary of delight. Keep innocence ; be all a true man ought ; Let neither pleasure tempt, nor pains appal : Who hath this, he hath all things, having naught ; Who hath it not, hath nothing, having all.
Сторінка 163 - But we are dumb, we are dumb, and may not tell What stirs within us, though the soul may throb And tremble with its passion, though the heart Dissolve in weeping : dumb. Nature may spread Sublimest sights of beauty ; Art inspire High thoughts and pure of God-like sacrifice ; Yet no word comes. Heroic daring deeds Thrill us, yet no word comes ; we are dumb, we are dumb, Save that from finer souls at times may rise, Once in an age, faint inarticulate sounds, Low halting tones of wonder, such as come...
Сторінка 10 - Thrill through thee ere thy song be done : Because the Summer fleets so fast ; Because the Autumn fades so soon ; Because the deadly Winter treads So closely on the steps of June ? O sweet Maid, opening like a rose In Love's mysterious, honeyed air, Dost think sometimes the day will come When thou...
Сторінка 11 - O brave youth, panting for the fight, To conquer wrong and win thee fame, Dost see thyself grown old and spent, And thine a still unhonoured name : When all thy hopes have come to naught, And all thy fair schemes droop and pine And wrong still lifts her hydra heads To fall to younger arms than thine ? Nay ; song and love and lofty aims May never be where faith is not ; Strong souls within the present live ; The future veiled, — the past forgot : Grasping what is, with hands of steel, They bend...
Сторінка 222 - Or an agonised cry, As the loved face came not with the comrades she knew And the rough soldiers found not a word to reply. And pitiful hands led her softly away, With a loving heart rent and broken in twain ; And the triumph sweeps onward, in gallant array, — The life and the hope, the despair and the pain. Where was it? In Egypt, Assyria, Greece, Rome? Ages since, or to-day; in the old world, or new ? Who shall tell ? From all time these strange histories come ; And to-day, as of old, the same...