The Complete Poetical Works of George Eliot

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Сторінка 130 - This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Сторінка 129 - ... live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues. So to live is heaven : To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man.
Сторінка 340 - We must walk Apart unto the end. Our marriage rite Is our resolve that we will each be true To high allegiance, higher than our love. Our dear young love — its breath was happiness ! But it had grown upon a larger life Which tore its roots asunder. We rebelled — The larger life subdued us.
Сторінка 96 - Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine, He will V/e glad that Stradivari lived, Made violins, and made them of the best The masters only know whose work is good : They will choose mine, and while God gives them skill I give them instruments to play upon, God choosing me to help Him.
Сторінка 90 - Thus rambling we were schooled in deepest lore, And learned the meanings that give words a soul, The fear, the love, the primal passionate store, Whose shaping impulses make manhood whole. Those hours were seed to all my after good ; My infant gladness, through eye, ear, and touch, Took easily as warmth a various food To nourish the sweet skill of loving much.
Сторінка 92 - Proud of the task, I watched with all my might For one whole minute, till my eyes grew wide, Till sky and earth took on a strange new light And seemed a dream-world floating on some tide — A fair pavilioned boat for me alone Bearing me onward through the vast unknown.
Сторінка 92 - ... pitch-black prow, Nearer and angrier came my brother's cry, And all my soul was quivering fear, when lo ! Upon the imperilled line, suspended high, A silver perch ! My guilt that won the prey, Now turned to merit, had a guerdon rich Of hugs and praises, and made merry play, Until my triumph reached its highest pitch When all at home were told the wondrous feat, And how the little sister had fished well. In secret, though my fortune tasted sweet, I wondered why this happiness befell. ' The little...
Сторінка 173 - Right against reasons that himself had drilled And marshalled painfully. A spirit framed Too proudly special for obedience, Too subtly pondering for mastery : Born of a goddess with a mortal sire, Heir of flesh-fettered, weak divinity, Doom-gifted with long resonant consciousness And perilous heightening of the sentient soul.
Сторінка 169 - Day is dying ! Float, O song, Down the westward river, Requiem chanting to the Day — Day, the mighty Giver. Pierced by shafts of Time he bleeds, Melted rubies sending Through the river and the sky, Earth and heaven blending ; All the long-drawn earthy banks Up to cloud-land lifting : Slow between them drifts the swan, 'Twixt two heavens drifting.
Сторінка 129 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.

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