Poems, Band 1Ticknor and Fields, 1853 |
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... dreaded secret at his core ; Little he loved , but power most of all , And that he seemed to scorn , as one who knew By what foul paths men choose to crawl thereto . XVIII . He had been noble , but some great A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 11.
... dreaded secret at his core ; Little he loved , but power most of all , And that he seemed to scorn , as one who knew By what foul paths men choose to crawl thereto . XVIII . He had been noble , but some great A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 11.
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... dread , Her purity , like adamantine mail , Did so encircle her ; and yet her head She drooped , and made her golden hair her veil , Through which a glow of rosiest lustre spread , Then faded , and anon she stood all pale , As snow o'er ...
... dread , Her purity , like adamantine mail , Did so encircle her ; and yet her head She drooped , and made her golden hair her veil , Through which a glow of rosiest lustre spread , Then faded , and anon she stood all pale , As snow o'er ...
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... dreads e'en now to feel Through his hot breast the icy slide of steel . XV . But , at that heart - beat , while in dread she was , In the low wind the honeysuckles gleam , A dewy thrill flits through the heavy grass , And , looking ...
... dreads e'en now to feel Through his hot breast the icy slide of steel . XV . But , at that heart - beat , while in dread she was , In the low wind the honeysuckles gleam , A dewy thrill flits through the heavy grass , And , looking ...
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... and like a shadow spread With instantaneous shiver through the throng , So that some glanced behind , as half aware A hideous shape of dread were standing there . XXXIV . As , when a crowd of pale men A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 37.
... and like a shadow spread With instantaneous shiver through the throng , So that some glanced behind , as half aware A hideous shape of dread were standing there . XXXIV . As , when a crowd of pale men A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 37.
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... dread that holds all tongues fast bound , Until the horror , with a ghastly leap , Starts up , its dead blue arms stretched aimlessly , Heaved with the swinging of the careless sea , XXXV . So in the faces of all these there grew , As ...
... dread that holds all tongues fast bound , Until the horror , with a ghastly leap , Starts up , its dead blue arms stretched aimlessly , Heaved with the swinging of the careless sea , XXXV . So in the faces of all these there grew , As ...
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beauty beneath better bless bliss blue breast calm clear cold dark dead dear death deep doth dread dream drops earth eternal eyes face fair faith fall fear feel flowers freedom give glad golden gone green grew grows hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour kind knew leaves less lies light live lonely look man's memory mighty moon murmured nature never night o'er once peace poor pure rest rise Rosaline round scarce scorn seemed shadow silent sing smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit spring stand stars strength strong sunshine sure sweet tell thee thine things thou thought true truth turned unto voice wandered wave weary wide wind wings youth
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Seite 98 - THE FOUNTAIN INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless...
Seite 117 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Seite 194 - What doth the poor man's son inherit ? A patience learned of being poor. Courage, if sorrow come, to bear it, A fellow-feeling that is sure To make the outcast bless his door; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
Seite 220 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Seite 122 - Chance gave of joy, was wholly bound in that, Like the contented peasant of a vale, Deemed it the world, and never looked beyond. So, haply meeting in the afternoon Some comrades who were playing at the dice, He joined them and forgot all else beside.
Seite 108 - For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower. It seemed the loveliness of things Did teach him all their use, For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, He found a healing power profuse.
Seite 193 - ... may burst his bubble shares, And soft, white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
Seite 240 - THEY pas^ me by like shadows, crowds on crowds, Dim ghosts of men, that hover to and fro, Hugging their bodies round them, like thin shrouds Wherein their souls were buried long ago : They trampled on their youth, and faith, and love, They cast their hope of human-kind away, With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove, And conquered, — and their spirits turned to clay: Lo ! how they wander round the world, their grave, Whose ever-gaping maw by such is fed, Gibbering at living men, and idly rave,...
Seite 112 - ... Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff, As homespun as their own. And, when he read, they forward leaned, Drinking, with thirsty hearts and ears, His brook-like songs whom glory never weaned From humble smiles and tears. Slowly there grew a tender awe, Sun-like, o'er faces brown and hard, m As if in him who read they felt and saw Some presence of the bard.
Seite 118 - ... ignorance, Found in it even a moment's fitful rest. There is an instinct in the human heart Which makes that all the fables it hath coined, To justify the reign of its belief And strengthen it by beauty's right divine, Veil in their inner cells a mystic gift, Which, like the hazel twig, in faithful hands, Points surely to the hidden springs of truth.