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Página 403 - For I would that all men were even as I myself. But every man hath his proper gift of God, one after this manner, and another after that.
Página 286 - Sweet, rouse yourself ; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.
Página 291 - With meekness that is gratefulness to God whose heaven hath won him, Who suffered once the madness-cloud to His own love to blind him ; But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him, And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences: The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Página 289 - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway, But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, " The night is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Página 291 - Thus? oh, not thus! no type of earth could image that awaking, Wherein he scarcely heard the chant of seraphs round him breaking ; Or felt the new immortal throb of soul from body parted ; But felt those eyes alone, and knew "My Saviour! not deserted...
Página 290 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Página 291 - Like a sick child that knoweth not his mother while she blesses And drops upon his burning brow the coolness of her kisses, — That turns his fevered eyes around — ' My mother ! where's my mother...
Página 110 - He has visited all Europe — not to survey the sumptuousness of palaces or the stateliness of temples, not to make accurate measurements of the remains of ancient grandeur, nor to form a scale of the...