The Vision of Sir Launfal: And Other PoemsC.E. Merrill Company, 1908 - 172 Seiten |
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... thou- sand volumes was not limited to theology ; the mother , whose maiden name was Spence and who traced her Scotch ancestry back to the hero of the ballad of Sir Patrick Spens , taught her children the good old ballads and the ...
... thou- sand volumes was not limited to theology ; the mother , whose maiden name was Spence and who traced her Scotch ancestry back to the hero of the ballad of Sir Patrick Spens , taught her children the good old ballads and the ...
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... thou hast found release ! ' a strain which shows that when Lowell determinedly sets his mouth to the trumpet , the blast is that of Roncesvalles . " - W. C. Brownell , the latest critic of Lowell's poetry , says of this poem : " The ode ...
... thou hast found release ! ' a strain which shows that when Lowell determinedly sets his mouth to the trumpet , the blast is that of Roncesvalles . " - W. C. Brownell , the latest critic of Lowell's poetry , says of this poem : " The ode ...
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... Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns , Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns , And to thy life were not denied 285 The wounds THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL 55.
... Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns , Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns , And to thy life were not denied 285 The wounds THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL 55.
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... ; And the voice that was softer than silence said , 315 " Lo , it is I , be not afraid ! In many climes , without avail , Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail ; Behold , it is here , this cup which thou THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL 57.
... ; And the voice that was softer than silence said , 315 " Lo , it is I , be not afraid ! In many climes , without avail , Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail ; Behold , it is here , this cup which thou THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL 57.
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... thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now ; 320 This crust is my body broken for thee , This water his blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept , indeed , In whatso we share with another's need , Not what we give ...
... thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now ; 320 This crust is my body broken for thee , This water his blood that died on the tree ; The Holy Supper is kept , indeed , In whatso we share with another's need , Not what we give ...
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Seite 43 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 43 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Seite 44 - We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Seite 43 - s never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace : The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart...
Seite 44 - Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, "T is enough for us now that the leaves are green...
Seite 55 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side: Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me; Behold, through him, I give to Thee...
Seite 105 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 44 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green ; We sit in the warm shade, and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell ; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing.
Seite 167 - And they came unto the brook of Eshcol, and cut down from thence a branch with one cluster of grapes, and they bare it between two upon a staff; and they brought of the pomegranates, and of the figs.
Seite 110 - New occasions teach new duties ; time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth; I.