Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Випуск 310,Том 11871 |
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... lies Asleep amid the fern , and waking , hears Some careless footstep drawing near , and flies , Yet knows not what she fears . So shrinks thy soul ; but , dearest , shrink not so ; Look thou into mine eyes as I in thine : So our ...
... lies Asleep amid the fern , and waking , hears Some careless footstep drawing near , and flies , Yet knows not what she fears . So shrinks thy soul ; but , dearest , shrink not so ; Look thou into mine eyes as I in thine : So our ...
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... lies for ever sunk in dreamless sleep , Nor recks of us ; —and therefore ' tis we weep . But surely if he sleep , some fair faint dream , Some still small whisper from his ancient home ; Not joy , nor pain , but mixt of each 6 Songs of ...
... lies for ever sunk in dreamless sleep , Nor recks of us ; —and therefore ' tis we weep . But surely if he sleep , some fair faint dream , Some still small whisper from his ancient home ; Not joy , nor pain , but mixt of each 6 Songs of ...
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... Lies open like a book ; and if the charm Of its high beauty makes thee sometimes gay , Yet ' tis an awful joy , so mixed with thought , That even Mirth grows grave , and evermore The myriad possibilities unfulfilled , The problem of ...
... Lies open like a book ; and if the charm Of its high beauty makes thee sometimes gay , Yet ' tis an awful joy , so mixed with thought , That even Mirth grows grave , and evermore The myriad possibilities unfulfilled , The problem of ...
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sir Lewis Morris. The hidden depths of being , the high desires Which lie there unsuspected , the remorse Which never woke before ; unclothe the soul Of this its shroud of sense , and let it mount , On the harmonious beat of thy light ...
sir Lewis Morris. The hidden depths of being , the high desires Which lie there unsuspected , the remorse Which never woke before ; unclothe the soul Of this its shroud of sense , and let it mount , On the harmonious beat of thy light ...
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... soul so sweet ! Could you no meaner essence take , No brazen image with clay feet ; No saint from out the crowd of lies , False signs and shameful prodigies ? For this one bears too great a name , Above 32 Songs of Two Worlds .
... soul so sweet ! Could you no meaner essence take , No brazen image with clay feet ; No saint from out the crowd of lies , False signs and shameful prodigies ? For this one bears too great a name , Above 32 Songs of Two Worlds .
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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...