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Página 590 - But blessed are your eyes, for they see: and your ears, for they hear. For verily I say unto you, That many prophets and righteous men have desired to see those things which ye see, and have not seen them; and to hear those things which ye hear, and have not heard them.
Página 439 - Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld — in front, The sea lay laughing at a distance; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn — Dews, vapors, and the melody of birds, And laborers going forth to till the fields.
Página 430 - With what strange utterance did the loud dry wind Blow through my ear! the sky seemed not a sky Of earth - and with what motion moved the clouds!
Página 437 - Add that whate'er of terror or of love Or beauty, Nature's daily face put on From transitory passion, unto this I was as sensitive as waters are To the sky's influence in a kindred mood Of passion ; was obedient as a lute That waits upon the touches of the wind.
Página 431 - The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Página 20 - WHERE holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, Is marked by no distinguishable line ; The turf unites, the pathways intertwine ; And, wheresoe'er the stealing footstep tends, Garden, and that Domain where kindred, friends, And neighbours rest together, here confound Their several features, mingled like the sound Of many waters, or as evening blends 1 Wallachia - the country alluded to.
Página 443 - A stripling, scarcely of the household then Of social life, I looked upon these things As from a distance ; heard and saw, and felt, Was touched, but with no intimate concern...
Página 438 - We sauntered, played, or rioted ; we talked Unprofitable talk at morning hours; Drifted about along the streets and walks, Read lazily trivial books, went forth To gallop through the country in blind zeal Of senseless horsemanship, or on the breast Of Cam sailed boisterously, and let the stars Come forth, perhaps without one quiet thought.
Página 431 - The Evangelist St. John my patron was : Three Gothic courts are his, and in the first Was my abiding-place, a nook obscure; Right underneath, the College kitchens made A humming sound, less tuneable than bees, But hardly less industrious; with shrill notes Of sharp command and scolding intermixed.