The Works of George Meredith, Band 26C. Scribner's sons, 1910 |
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Achaians Agamemnon Alsace-Lorraine ANGELA BURDETT-COUTTS Arachne arms beams beauty Behold Beneath blood blow brain breast breath brute Camargue clasp cloud crave crowned darkness death deeds deeds of flesh divine dream earth eyes fair faith fate fire flame flesh flower flung forest fount France Frederick W frontier march glory Goddess Gods grey hand head hear heard heart heaven heavenly lover heel Hellespont hosts human Huntress ILIAD jumped knew land laugh leap Leith Hill Life's light lips look lord lyre man's mastodons midway mind mortal Mother Nature's never nigh night nought numbers o'er passion Phthia pride raven rings round Scamander shade shame sigh sight skies smile song soul spirit springs star strength sweet sword thee thing thou thought throb thunder TRAFALGAR DAY unto victory vision voice waves wild wings woman word young youth
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Seite 138 - WE look for her that sunlike stood Upon the forehead of our day, An orb of nations, radiating food For body and for mind alway. Where is the Shape of glad array; The nervous hands, the front of steel, The clarion tongue? Where is the bold proud face? We see a vacant place; We hear an iron heel.
Seite 147 - ... their counsel, and so shall The broader world breathe in on this thy home, Light clear for thee the counter-changing dome, Strength give thee, like an ocean's vast expanse Off mountain cliffs, the generations all, Not whirling in their narrow rings of foam, But as a river forward. Soaring France! Now is Humanity on trial in thee: Now may'st thou gather humankind in fee: Now prove that Reason is a quenchless scroll; Make of calamity thine aureole, And bleeding head us thro
Seite 30 - THAT was the chirp of Ariel You heard, as overhead it flew, The farther going more to dwell, And wing our green to wed our blue ; But whether note of joy or knell, Not his own Father-singer knew ; Nor yet can any mortal tell, Save only how it shivers through ; The breast of us a sounded shell, The blood of us a lighted dew.
Seite 139 - Look not for spreading boughs On the riven forest tree. Look down where deep in blood and mire Black thunder plants his feet and ploughs The soil for ruin: that is France: Still thrilling like a lyre, Amazed to shivering discord from a fall Sudden as that the lurid hosts recall Who met in heaven...
Seite 51 - By my faith, there is feasting to come, Not the less, when our Earth we have seen Beneath and on surface, her deeds and designs : Who gives us the man-loving Nazarene, The martyrs, the poets, the corn and the vines.
Seite 50 - Thou under stress of the strife Shalt hear for sustainment supreme The cry of the conscience of Life : Keep the young generations in hail, And bequeath them no tumbled house ! There hast thou the sacred theme, Therein the inveterate spur, Of the Innermost.
Seite 27 - Sage had play A hazy moment, by a breath dispersed ; To think, of all alive most wedded they, Whom time disjoined! He needed her quick thirst For renovated earth : on earth she gazed, With humble aim to foot beside the wise. Lo, where the eyelashes of night are raised Yet lowly over morning's pure grey eyes.
Seite 66 - DAYS, when the ball of our vision Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun ; When the grasp on the bow was decision, And arrow and hand and eye were one...
Seite 139 - Ever invoking fire from heaven, the fire Has grasped her, unconsumable, but framed For all the ecstasies of suffering dire. Mother of Pride, her sanctuary shamed: Mother of Delicacy, and made a mark For outrage: Mother of Luxury, stripped stark: Mother of Heroes, bondsmen: thro' the rains, Across her boundaries, lo the league-long chains! Fond Mother of her martial youth; they pass, Are spectres in her sight, are mown as grass! Mother of Honour, and dishonoured: Mother Of Glory, she condemned to...
Seite 146 - Heirs of disease and arrogance and scorn, Surrender, yield the weight of thy great ghost, Like wings on air, to what the heavens proclaim With trumpets from the multitudinous mounds Where peace has filled the hearing of thy sons : Albeit a pang of dissolution rounds Each new discernment of the undying ones, Do thou stoop to these graves here scattered wide Along thy fields, as sunless billows roll ; These ashes have the lesson for the soul. ' Die to thy Vanity, and strain thy Pride, ' Strip off thy...