Songs of two worlds, by a new writer, Tema 310,Volumen31875 |
Términos y frases comunes
amid art thou baby smile beauty beneath blind brain breath bright budding days careless chase child cloud cold creed dark darkness that comes dawn dead dear death deep divine dost doth dream dumb earth echo exult and rejoice eyes faint fair faith fall fancy fear feast Of love feet fierce fire fled flower folly gaze ghost gleam glory grave hand hate heart heaven Henry Vaughan hidden high fantasy hill hope hunter pace hymns infinite innocent invisible bands Italy knew light limbs lives long green grass loud lyre night nought o'er pain perfumed garden pitiful priest pure race red fallow rose round seemed shame silent smile song soul sound spring stream strife strong sunk sweet swift Teacher thee things thou didst thought throng to-day truth unveiled voice walk winds wonder words young youth Zeus
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Página 101 - Yet I judge it best indeed To seek in life, as now I know I sought, Some fair impossible Love, which slays our life, Some high ideal raised too high for man ; And failing to grow mad, and cease to be, Than to decline, as they do who have found Broad-paunched content and weal and happiness; And so an end. For one day, as I know, The high aim unfulfilled fulfils itself; The deep, unsatisfied thirst is satisfied...
Página 66 - LAST. LET me at last be laid On that hillside I know which scans the vale, Beneath the thick yews' shade, For shelter when the rains and winds prevail. It cannot be the eye Is blinded when we die, So that we know no more at all The dawns increase, the evenings fall ; Shut up within a rotting chest of wood, Asleep, and careless of our children's good. Shall I not feel the spring, The yearly resurrection of the earth, Stir thro...
Página 80 - Then said I to my soul, And she to me : " Where'er life's current roll We twain shall be, Part here and part not here, Partners in hope and fear, Until, our exile done, We meet at last in one." THE BIRTH OF VERSE. BLIND thoughts which occupy the brain, Dumb melodies which fill the ear, Dim perturbations, precious pain, A gleam of hope, a chill of fear,— These seize the poet's soul, and mould The ore of fancy into gold. And first no definite thought there is In all that affluence of sound, Like...
Página 81 - Appears the winged, embodied thought. But howsoever they may rise, Fit words and music come to birth ; There soars an angel to the skies, There walks a Presence on the earth — A something which shall yet inspire Myriads of souls unborn with fire. And when his voice is hushed and dumb, The flame burnt out, the glory dead, He feels a thrill of wonder come At that which his poor tongue has said; And thinks of each diviner line — " Only the hand that wrote was mine.
Página 66 - AT LAST. LET me at last be laid On that hillside I know which scans the vale, Beneath the thick yews' shade, For shelter when the rains and winds prevail. It cannot be the eye Is blinded when we die, So that we know no more at all The dawns increase, the evenings fall ; Shut close within a mouldering chest of wood Asleep, and careless of our children's good.
Página 38 - In striking, with voice or with pen, a stroke for the triumph of right ;-- • All these know that life is sweet, all these with a consonant voice, Read the legend of time with a smile, and that which they read is 'Rejoice.
Página 98 - Of blooming myrtle and sharp tremulous plane ; Deep slumber fell, and loosed my limbs in rest Then, as the full orb poised upon the peak, There came a lovely vision of a maid, Who seemed to step as from a golden car Out of the low-hung moon.
Página 57 - ... to convince, and charged with fine feeling, remarkable reflective power, and steady speculative energy. These lines, after long wrestling with doubt and near approach to the blackness of darkness, come with the inspiring tones of a trumpet to rouse men to the pressing interests of the Present : — We have heard His voice, and we hear it sound wider and more increased, To the sunset plains of the West from the peaks of the furthest East. For the quick and the dead, it was given ; for them it...
Página 114 - twere no real gain To batten on lives so weak and so forlorn ? • Nor were it right indeed To do for others what for self were wrong. 'Tis but the same dead creed, Preaching the naked triumph of the strong; And for this Goddess Science, hard and stern, We shall not let her priests torment and burn : We fought the priests before, and not in vain ; And as we fought before, so will we fight again.