Christmas-eve and Easter-day: A PoemChapman & Hall, 1850 - 142 стор. |
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Сторінка 141 - And so I live, you see, Go through the world, try, prove, reject, Prefer, still struggling to effect My warfare ; happy that I can Be crossed and thwarted as a man, Not left in God's contempt apart, With ghastly smooth life, dead at heart, Tame in earth's paddock as her prize.
Сторінка 76 - I then, in ignorance and weakness, Taking God's help, have attained to think My heart does best to receive in meekness That mode of worship, as most to His mind, Where earthly aids being cast behind, His All in All appears serene With the thinnest human veil between, Letting the mystic lamps, the seven, The many motions of his spirit, Pass, as they list, to earth from heaven.
Сторінка 5 - The Inferno. A Literal Prose Translation, with the Text of the Original printed on the same page. By John A. Carlyle, MD 5*. — The Purgatorlo. A Literal Prose Translation, with the Text printed on the same page.
Сторінка 59 - What is left for us, save, in growth Of soul, to rise up, far past both, From the gift looking to the giver, And from the cistern to the river, And from the finite to infinity, And from man's dust to God's divinity ? XVII.
Сторінка 34 - Earth breaks up, time drops away, In flows heaven, with its new day Of endless life, when He who trod, Very man and very God, This earth in weakness, shame and pain, Dying the death whose signs remain Up yonder on the accursed tree, Shall come again, no more to be Of captivity the thrall, But the one God, All in all, King of kings, Lord of lords, As His servant John received the words, ' I died, and live for evermore ! ' XI Yet I was left outside the door.
Сторінка 17 - For the loving worm within its clod, Were diviner than a loveless god Amid his worlds, I will dare to say.
Сторінка 140 - Thou Love of God ! Or let me die, " Or grant what shall seem heaven almost ! . " Let me not know that all is lost, " Though lost it be — leave me not tied " To this despair, this corpse-like bride ! " Let that old life seem mine — no more — " With limitation as before, " With darkness, hunger, toil, distress : " Be all the earth a wilderness ! " Only let me go on, go on, " Still hoping ever and anon " To reach one eve the Better Land !
Сторінка 22 - No: love which, on earth, amid all the shows of it, Has ever been seen the sole good of life in it, The love, ever growing there, spite of the strife in it, Shall arise, made perfect, from death's repose of it. And I shall behold thee, face to face, 0 God, and in thy light retrace How in all I loved here, still wast thou!
Сторінка 79 - I have done: and if any blames me, Thinking that merely to touch in brevity The topics I dwell on, were unlawful, — Or worse, that I trench, with undue levity, On the bounds of the holy and the awful, — I praise the heart, and pity the head of him, And refer myself to THEE, instead of him, Who head and heart alike discernest...
Сторінка 26 - He was there. He himself with his human air, On the narrow pathway, just before. I saw the back of him, no more — He had left the chapel, then, as I. I forgot all about the sky. No face : only the sight Of a sweepy garment, vast and white, With a hem that I could recognize.