In MemoriamHoughton, Mifflin, 1895 - 206 páginas |
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... answers , ' Let him be , He loves to make parade of pain , That with his piping he may gain The praise that comes to constancy . ' A third is wroth : ' Is this an hour For private sorrow's barren song , When more and more the people ...
... answers , ' Let him be , He loves to make parade of pain , That with his piping he may gain The praise that comes to constancy . ' A third is wroth : ' Is this an hour For private sorrow's barren song , When more and more the people ...
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... Answer each other in the mist . Four voices of four hamlets round , From far and near , on mead and moor , Swell out and fail , as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind , That now dilate ...
... Answer each other in the mist . Four voices of four hamlets round , From far and near , on mead and moor , Swell out and fail , as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind , That now dilate ...
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... answer with a sigh , The sound of that forgetful shore Will change my sweetness more and more , Half - dead to know that I shall die . ' O me , what profits it to put An idle case ? If Death were seen At first as Death , Love had not ...
... answer with a sigh , The sound of that forgetful shore Will change my sweetness more and more , Half - dead to know that I shall die . ' O me , what profits it to put An idle case ? If Death were seen At first as Death , Love had not ...
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... answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke , Dark yew , that graspest at the stones And dippest toward the dreamless head , To thee too comes the golden hour When flower is feeling after flower ; But Sorrow ...
... answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke , Dark yew , that graspest at the stones And dippest toward the dreamless head , To thee too comes the golden hour When flower is feeling after flower ; But Sorrow ...
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... answers here proposed , Then these were such as men might scorn . Her care is not to part and prove : She takes , when harsher moods remit , What slender shade of doubt may flit , And makes it vassal unto love ; And hence , indeed , she ...
... answers here proposed , Then these were such as men might scorn . Her care is not to part and prove : She takes , when harsher moods remit , What slender shade of doubt may flit , And makes it vassal unto love ; And hence , indeed , she ...
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Página 62 - So careful of the type'? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. 'Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Página 198 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 3 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 7 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Página 10 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Página 186 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Página 121 - Unloved, by many a sandy bar, The brook shall babble down the plain, At noon or when the lesser wain Is twisting round the polar star; Uncared for, gird the windy grove, And flood the haunts of hern and crake; Or into silver arrows break The sailing moon in creek and cove...
Página 202 - THOU wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled ; Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendour to the dead.
Página 1 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Página 111 - And bats went round in fragrant skies, And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes And woolly breasts and beaded eyes ; While now we sang old songs that peal'd From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease, The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees Laid their dark arms about the field.