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Pagina 66
... din and steam of town ! He brought an eye for all he saw ; He mixed in all our simple sports ; They pleased him , fresh from brawling courts And dusky purlieus of the law . O joy to him , in this retreat , İmmantled 66 66 IN MEMORIAM .
... din and steam of town ! He brought an eye for all he saw ; He mixed in all our simple sports ; They pleased him , fresh from brawling courts And dusky purlieus of the law . O joy to him , in this retreat , İmmantled 66 66 IN MEMORIAM .
Pagina 96
... court on earth , and sleep Encompassed by his faithful guard , And hear at times a sentinel Who moves about from place to place , And whispers to the worlds of space In the deep night , that all is well . CXXVI . AND all is well ...
... court on earth , and sleep Encompassed by his faithful guard , And hear at times a sentinel Who moves about from place to place , And whispers to the worlds of space In the deep night , that all is well . CXXVI . AND all is well ...
Pagina 190
... court of justice in his breast , Himself the judge and jury , and himself The prisoner at the bar , ever condemn'd : And that drags down his life : then comes what comes Hereafter ; and he meant , he said he meant , Perhaps he meant ...
... court of justice in his breast , Himself the judge and jury , and himself The prisoner at the bar , ever condemn'd : And that drags down his life : then comes what comes Hereafter ; and he meant , he said he meant , Perhaps he meant ...
Pagina 196
... all things , thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth in earth forget these empty courts , And thee returning on thy silver wheels . IDYLLS OF THE KING . " Flos Regum Arthurus . 196 TITHONUS .
... all things , thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth in earth forget these empty courts , And thee returning on thy silver wheels . IDYLLS OF THE KING . " Flos Regum Arthurus . 196 TITHONUS .
Pagina 201
... court . And Enid loved the Queen , and with true heart Adored her , as the stateliest and the best And loveliest of all women upon earth . And seeing them so tender and so close , Long in their common love rejoiced Geraint . But when a ...
... court . And Enid loved the Queen , and with true heart Adored her , as the stateliest and the best And loveliest of all women upon earth . And seeing them so tender and so close , Long in their common love rejoiced Geraint . But when a ...
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Pagina 41 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 6 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. > Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Pagina 95 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Pagina 37 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Pagina 139 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Pagina 52 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath: I curse not nature, no, nor death; For nothing is that errs from law.
Pagina 82 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Pagina 7 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Pagina 58 - I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Pagina 28 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.