Modern Classics, Band 5Houghton Mifflin, 1876 |
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... northern port , Where dedicated shapes of saints and kings , Stern faces bleared with immemorial watch , Looked down benignly grave and seemed to say , 1 Ye come and go incessant ; we remain Safe in 28 THE CATHEDRAL .
... northern port , Where dedicated shapes of saints and kings , Stern faces bleared with immemorial watch , Looked down benignly grave and seemed to say , 1 Ye come and go incessant ; we remain Safe in 28 THE CATHEDRAL .
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... like a hermit - crab , An alien to that faith of elder days That gathered round it this fair shape of stone ? Is old Religion but a spectre now , Haunting the solitude of darkened minds , Mocked out of 34 THE CATHEDRAL .
... like a hermit - crab , An alien to that faith of elder days That gathered round it this fair shape of stone ? Is old Religion but a spectre now , Haunting the solitude of darkened minds , Mocked out of 34 THE CATHEDRAL .
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... shape our courses by new - risen stars , And , still lip - loyal to what once was truth , Smuggle new meanings under ancient names , Unconscious perverts of the Jesuit , Time . Change is the mask that all Continuance wears To keep us ...
... shape our courses by new - risen stars , And , still lip - loyal to what once was truth , Smuggle new meanings under ancient names , Unconscious perverts of the Jesuit , Time . Change is the mask that all Continuance wears To keep us ...
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... my natural fiefs , To shape and then reshape them as I will . It was the first man's charter ; why not mine ? How forfeit ? when deposed in other hands ? Thou shudder'st , Ovid ? Dost in him forebode A 50 THE CATHEDRAL .
... my natural fiefs , To shape and then reshape them as I will . It was the first man's charter ; why not mine ? How forfeit ? when deposed in other hands ? Thou shudder'st , Ovid ? Dost in him forebode A 50 THE CATHEDRAL .
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... shape of vapor , mother of vain dreams And mutinous traditions , specious plea Of the glaived tyrant and long - memoried priest ? " I walked forth saddened ; for all thought is sad , And leaves a bitterish savor in the brain , Tonic ...
... shape of vapor , mother of vain dreams And mutinous traditions , specious plea Of the glaived tyrant and long - memoried priest ? " I walked forth saddened ; for all thought is sad , And leaves a bitterish savor in the brain , Tonic ...
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agin ain't airth Ambrose Auf Wiedersehen beautiful BEAVER BROOK bells bird blessed blood brain brave breath brook CHANGELING child Christmas Carol climb climes creed dare dark dear deep divine door doth doubt dream Dreamland dumb earth Essay eyes faith Fancy Fate Favorite Poems feel feet felt fire gleam God's gold Goth grace grave gray half happy hath hear heart heaven Hesper Holy Grail JULY 21 KING ADMETUS knees knew leap leper life's lift light lives look manhood memory mind morn mused Nature neath never night o'er once Ovid passion poor Robinson he Sez round saint sech seemed sense shadow shining silence sing Sir Launfal skies snow song soul stars stood a spell summer sunshine sweet syllogism tears thee thet things thou thought tower tree VISION OF SIR Wiedersehen wind wonder Yussouf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 45 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Seite 61 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, — Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, — And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side : Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold, through him, I give to Thee !
Seite 44 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the lashes of light that trim the stars: / He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight; Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt Down through a frost-leaved...
Seite 76 - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate; But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her. To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds. Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
Seite 40 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to bender.
Seite 13 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Seite 44 - He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, "I 'd better call agin ; " Says she, " Think likely, Mister ; " Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An" . . . Wai, he up an' kist her. When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin' o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun
Seite 47 - GUVENER B. is a sensible man ; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks ; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes ; But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him o...
Seite 80 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These are all gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 74 - Ah, there is something here Unfathomed by the cynic's sneer, Something that gives our feeble light A high immunity from Night, Something that leaps life's narrow bars To claim its birthright with the hosts of heaven ; A seed of sunshine that can leaven Our earthly dulness with the beams of stars, And glorify our clay With light from fountains elder than the Day...