PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1890 - 459 Seiten |
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Adam Agamemnon Ardnamurchan Arthur Atrides Balloch beautiful behold believe better bothie Bothie of Tober-na-vuolich Cain child CLAUDE TO EUSTACE Croat dance dear dong doubt dream e'en e'er earth Elspie evermore eyes fancy farewell father fear feel Florence girl hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helston Hither Hobbes Honour hope kissed knew Knoydart Lamech lassie light linsey-woolsey live Lochaber look mind moorland mother mountain never night nought o'er once pain pass perfect perhaps Philip Piper pleasant Porlezza Rannoch Rome scarce seek seemed seen sleep soul spirit stay strong sunny river sure sweet table d'hôte talk tell thee thine things thou thought Tibur to-day told true truly turn Tutor twas unto vext voice wait walk waters weary wife wonder words young youth
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Seite 453 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking. Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Seite 265 - O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and taste with a distempered appetite. To be generous, guiltless, and of free disposition, is to take those things for bird-bolts that you deem cannonbullets: there is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail; nor no railing in a known discreet man, though he do nothing but reprove.
Seite 38 - And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side : E'en so — but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged ? At dead of night their sails were filled, And onward each rejoicing steered — Ah, neither blame, for neither willed...
Seite 87 - thus the word,' And ' thus I saw,' and ' that I heard,' — But from the lips that half essayed The imperfect utterance fell unmade. 0 Thou, in that mysterious shrine Enthroned, as I must say, divine! 1 will not frame one thought of what Thou mayest either be or not. I will not prate of ' thus ' and
Seite 85 - He cometh not, the people cries, Nor bringeth God to sight : Lo these thy gods, that safety give, Adore and keep the feast ! Deluding and deluded cries The Prophet's brother-Priest : And Israel all bows down to fall Before the gilded beast. Devout, indeed ! that priestly creed, O Man, reject as sin ; The clouded hill attend thou still, And him that went within. He yet shall bring some worthy thing For waiting souls to see ; Some sacred word that he hath heard Their light and life shall be ; Some...
Seite 105 - Seek sadly what for Him ye left, go hopeless to your home; Nor ye despair, ye sharers yet to be of their belief ; Though He be dead, He is not dead, Nor gone, though fled, Not lost, though vanished , Though He return not, though He lies and moulders low; In the true creed He is yet risen indeed ; Christ is yet risen.
Seite 273 - Europe, which now can forget them, release not This, their choicest of prey, this Italy; here you see them, — Here, with emasculate pupils and gimcrack churches of Gesu, Pseudo-learning and lies, confessional-boxes and postures, — Here, with metallic beliefs and regimental devotions...
Seite 407 - Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead is all her seamen know. And where the land she travels from ? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face ; Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace ; Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave ! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and...
Seite 105 - Sit if ye will, sit down upon the ground, Yet not to weep and wail, but calmly look around. Whate'er befell, Earth is not hell ; Now, too, as when it first began, Life is yet life, and man is man. For all that breathe beneath the heaven's high cope, Joy with grief mixes, with despondence hope. Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief; Or at least, faith unbelief. Though dead, not dead ; Not gone, though fled ; Not lost, though vanished. In the great gospel and true creed, He is yet risen indeed ; Christ...
Seite 103 - Go to your homes, your living children tend, Your earthly spouses love ; Set your affections not on things above, Which moth and rust corrupt, which quickliest come to end...