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Сторінка 285 - 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 150 - I say the truth in Christ; I lie not, (my conscience also bearing me witness in the Holy Ghost,) that I have great heaviness and continual sorrow in my heart. For I could wish that myself were accursed from Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh...
Сторінка 150 - Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh : who are Israelites ; to whom pertaineth the adoption, and the glory, and the covenants, and the giving of the law, and the service of God, and the promises : whose are the fathers, and of whom as concerning the flesh Christ came, Who is over all, God blessed for ever. Amen.
Сторінка 284 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence...
Сторінка 248 - ... came. I knelt with him at marbles, marked his fling Cut the ringed stem and make the apple drop, Or watched him winding close the spiral string That looped the orbits of the humming top. Grasped by such fellowship my vagrant thought Ceased with dream-fruit dream-wishes to fulfil ; My aery-picturing fantasy was taught Subjection to the harder, truer skill That seeks with deeds to grave a thought-tracked line, And by " What is," " What will be
Сторінка 337 - I read a record deeper than the skin. What ! Shall the trick of nostrils and of lips Descend through generations, and the soul That moves within our frame like God in worlds — Convulsing, urging, melting, withering — Imprint no record, leave no documents, Of her great history...
Сторінка 23 - To my father's mind the noisy teachers of revolutionary doctrine were, to speak mildly, a variable mixture of the fool and the scoundrel ; the welfare of the nation lay in a strong Government which could maintain order ; and I was accustomed • to hear him utter the word " Government" in a tone that charged it with awe, and made it part of my effective religion, in contrast with the word
Сторінка 329 - ... 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. Wings half open, like a flow V Inly deeper flushing, Neck and breast as virgin's pure — Virgin proudly blushing.
Сторінка 293 - The poet-scholar spreads the Homeric page, And gazes sadly, like the deaf at song ; For now the old epic voices ring again And vibrate with the beat and melody Stirred by the warmth of old Ionian days, The martyred sage, the Attic orator, Immortally incarnate, like the gods, In spiritual bodies, winged words Holding a universe impalpable, Find a new audience.