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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach , when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace . I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need , by sun and candlelight .
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach , when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace . I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need , by sun and candlelight .
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As a man calls for wine before he fights , I asked one draught of earlier , happier sights , Ere fitly I could hope to play my part . Think first , fight afterwards — the soldier's art : One taste of the old time sets all to rights .
As a man calls for wine before he fights , I asked one draught of earlier , happier sights , Ere fitly I could hope to play my part . Think first , fight afterwards — the soldier's art : One taste of the old time sets all to rights .
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No sound , no sight as far as eye could strain . Will the night send a howlet or a bat ? I asked : when something on the dismal flat Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train . XIX A sudden little river crossed my path As ...
No sound , no sight as far as eye could strain . Will the night send a howlet or a bat ? I asked : when something on the dismal flat Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train . XIX A sudden little river crossed my path As ...
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Dunce , Dotard , a - dozing at the very nonce , After a life spent training for the sight ! XXXI What in the midst lay but the Tower itself ? The round squat turret , blind as the fool's heart , Built of brown stone , without a ...
Dunce , Dotard , a - dozing at the very nonce , After a life spent training for the sight ! XXXI What in the midst lay but the Tower itself ? The round squat turret , blind as the fool's heart , Built of brown stone , without a ...
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When I do come , she will speak not , she will stand , Either hand - On my shoulder , give her eyes the first embrace Of my face , Ere we rush , ere we extinguish sight and speech Each on each . In one year they sent a million fighters ...
When I do come , she will speak not , she will stand , Either hand - On my shoulder , give her eyes the first embrace Of my face , Ere we rush , ere we extinguish sight and speech Each on each . In one year they sent a million fighters ...
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BABETTE beauty beneath Better blow blue break breast breath bright close cloud cold crying dark dead death deep dreams earth eyes face fair Faith fall fear feet fields fire flowers give gods gold gray green grow hair hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hills hope kiss land laugh leaves lies light lips live look moon never night o'er once pain pass passion Poems rest rise river rocks rose round sang seemed shadow sighing sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thou hast thought turn voice wandering waste waves weary wild wind wings
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Seite 128 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Seite 41 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Seite 70 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Seite 122 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 34 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Seite 136 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 31 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
Seite 189 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Seite 125 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Seite 31 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. I |
| Herausgeber | William Roger Greeley |
| Mitwirkende Personen | Bruce Rogers |
| Verlag | Riverside Press, 1906 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 6. Nov. 2007 |
| Länge | 202 Seiten |
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