Poet Lore, Volume 5Writer's Center, 1893 |
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... feel so languid that I'm not sure I'm not dying ) , but to an end of better comfort , if I live . For the only people whom I at all seriously care for , in this British group of islands and who , in any happy degree of reciprocity ...
... feel so languid that I'm not sure I'm not dying ) , but to an end of better comfort , if I live . For the only people whom I at all seriously care for , in this British group of islands and who , in any happy degree of reciprocity ...
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... feeling or emotion ; and withal , there is so much sweetness and modesty and candor in her words and conduct that , allowing her , as we must do , a proportionate share of personal beauty , we are constrained to adjudge her " the divine ...
... feeling or emotion ; and withal , there is so much sweetness and modesty and candor in her words and conduct that , allowing her , as we must do , a proportionate share of personal beauty , we are constrained to adjudge her " the divine ...
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... feel thy breath . Why ! tears ? Tears in the darkness , and from thee to me ? " So as the death - mists gather over Aprile , a fountain of tender- ness opens in the heart of Paracelsus , and a new light enters his mind . " Love me ...
... feel thy breath . Why ! tears ? Tears in the darkness , and from thee to me ? " So as the death - mists gather over Aprile , a fountain of tender- ness opens in the heart of Paracelsus , and a new light enters his mind . " Love me ...
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... feels in humanity - the democratic interest which makes him look out on the world of men as a product and reflection of the love of God — is in sharp contrast with the cold grandeur and proud isolation of spirit which have made ...
... feels in humanity - the democratic interest which makes him look out on the world of men as a product and reflection of the love of God — is in sharp contrast with the cold grandeur and proud isolation of spirit which have made ...
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... feel when they are in contact with him . When at last he gasps away his breath in the hospital at Salz- burg , poor , neglected , and scorned by all save Festus , the one faithful friend of his youth , it is by the ray of light which ...
... feel when they are in contact with him . When at last he gasps away his breath in the hospital at Salz- burg , poor , neglected , and scorned by all save Festus , the one faithful friend of his youth , it is by the ray of light which ...
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Page 358 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 426 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 625 - How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare ? Speak to me what thou art.
Page 21 - No, wench : it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have ; such. This gallant, which thou seest...
Page 483 - Thames' waters flow. O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among. Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
Page 579 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Page 579 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 194 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...
Page 36 - Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Page 262 - Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, Mine may strive : Bitterly we re-embrace, Single still. n. Was it something said, Something done, Vexed him ? was it touch of hand, Turn of head ? Strange ! that very way Love begun : I as little understand Love's decay.