Festus, a poem [by P.J. Bailey]. By P.J. BaileyWilliam Pickering, 1852 - 562 páginas |
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Festus, a Poem [By P.J. Bailey]. by P.J. Bailey Philip James Bailey No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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angels ARCHANGEL art thou aught beauty Behold black crow blessed blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow burning canst CLARA clouds constellated crown dark dead death deathless divine dost doth dream earth ELISSA eternal evil fair faith fate feel FESTUS fire flowers glory God's golden hand happy hath heart Heaven HELEN hell holy immortal infinite lady light lips live look Lord love thee LUCIFER lyre mind moon mortal nature neath never night nought o'er once passion perfect pray prayer pure round sacred Saint Wilfrid saints seraph shew shining sing skies smile SON OF GOD soul spake speak sphere spirit starry stars STUDENT sweet tears thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne thyself truth twas universe unto ween wherein wing word worship
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Página 51 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Página 159 - Poets are all who love — who feel great truths — And tell them ; and the truth of truths is love.
Página 443 - The last high upwards slant of sun on the trees, Like a dead soldier's sword upon his pall, Seems to console earth for the glory gone. Oh ! I could weep to see the day die thus : The death-bed of a day, how beautiful ! Linger, ye clouds, one moment longer there ; Fan it to slumber with your golden wings ! Like pious prayers ye seem to soothe its end.
Página 201 - I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why ; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die : And one by one the heartstrings snap As age comes on so chill ; And hope seems left that hope may cease, And all will soon be still. And the strong passions, like to storms, Soon rage themselves to rest, Or leave a desolated...
Página 23 - There are points from which we can command our life ; When the soul sweeps the future like a glass ; And coming things, full freighted with our fate, Jut out, dark, on the offing of the mind.
Página 25 - I forget that hand I took in mine, Pale as pale violets ; that eye, where mind And matter met alike divine ? ah, no ! May God that moment judge me when I do! Oh ! she was fair: her nature once all spring, And deadly beauty like a maiden sword ; Startlingly beautiful. I see her now! Whatever thou art thy soul is in my mind ; Thy shadow hourly lengthens o'er my brain, And peoples all its pictures with thyself.
Página 320 - To the true eye than their shapes shew ; for all Were made in love, and made to be beloved. Thus must he think as to earth's lower life, Who seeks to win the world to thought and love, As doth the bard, whose habit is all kindness To every thing.
Página 443 - When, like a drop of water, greatened bright Into a shadow, it shall shew itself With all its little tyrannous things and deeds, Unhomed and clear. The day hath gone to God, — Straight, like an infant's spirit, or a mocked And mourning messenger of grace to man. Would it had taken me too on its wing! My end is nigh. Would I might die outright! And slip the coil without waiting its unwind.
Página 96 - America ! half-brother of the world ! With something good and bad of every land ; Greater than thee have lost their seat — Greater scarce none can stand. Thy flag now flouts the skies, The highest under Heaven ; Save the red cross, whereto are given All victories.
Página 107 - Why, I have but little comfort in these pastimes; And any heart, turned Godwards, feels more joy In one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raised By all the feasts on earth since their foundation.