The Living Age, Band 228

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Living Age Company, 1901
 

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Seite 716 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Seite 348 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Seite 147 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Seite 143 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Seite 147 - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have passed away ; I might have watch'd through long decay.
Seite 456 - An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.
Seite 407 - Taint in poetry, is it ?" interposed his father. " No, no/' replied Sam. " Wery glad to hear it," said Mr. Weller. " Poetry's unnat'ral ; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin...
Seite 148 - The triumph, and the vanity, The rapture of the strife — The earthquake voice of Victory, To thee the breath of life; The sword, the scepter, and that sway Which man seem'd made but to obey Wherewith renown was rife — All quell'd!
Seite 466 - Let us understand, once for all, that the ethical progress of society depends, not on imitating the cosmic process, still less in running away from it, but in combating it.
Seite 147 - The natural music of the mountain reed — For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable — pipes in the liberal air, Mixed with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; My soul would drink those echoes.

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