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Theophrastus Such: Jubal, and Other Poems ; And, the Spanish Gypsy
Повний перегляд - 1887
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Сторінка 289 - 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 152 - 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 288 - 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. 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 288 - Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air. And all our rarer, better, truer self. That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the...
Сторінка 256 - Tis God gives skill, But not without men's hands : He could not make Antonio Stradivari's violins Without Antonio.
Сторінка 152 - 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 125 - Fair is foul, and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Сторінка 339 - 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 377 - Oh, it is a faith Taught by no priest, but by their beating hearts : Faith to each other : the fidelity Of fellow-wanderers in a desert place Who share the same dire thirst, and therefore share The scanty water...
Сторінка 177 - This was thy lot, to feel, create, bestow, And that immeasurable life to know From which the fleshly self falls shrivelled, dead, A seed primeval that has forests bred. It is the glory of the heritage Thy life has left, that makes thy outcast age : Thy limbs shall lie dark, tombless on this sod, Because thou shinest in man's soul, a god, Who found and gave new passion and new joy, That nought but Earth's destruction can destroy. Thy gifts to give was thine of men alone : 'Twas but in giving that...