Poems: With a Memoir

Macmillan and Company, 1883 - 329 Seiten

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Seite 326 - SAY not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars ; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. 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 268 - 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 scorns to wish it past. Where lies the land to...
Seite 91 - Where are the great, whom thou would'st wish to praise thee ? Where are the pure, whom thou would'st choose to love thee ? Where are the brave, to stand supreme above thee, Whose high commands would cheer, whose chidings raise thee ? Seek, seeker, in thyself; submit to find In the stones, bread, and life in the blank mind.
Seite 323 - And though the stranger stand, 'tis true, By force and fortune's right he stands ; By fortune, which is in God's hands, And strength, which yet shall spring in you. This voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost, ' 'Tis better to have fought and lost, Than never to have fought at all.
Seite 48 - tis but profanely bold In thought's abstractest forms to seem to see, It dare not dare the dread communion hold In ways unworthy Thee, O not unowned, Thou shalt unnamed forgive, In worldly walks the prayerless heart prepare ; And if in work its life it seem to live, Shalt make that work be prayer. Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies, Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part, And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes In recognition start. But, as Thou wiliest, give or e'en...
Seite 52 - O brother men, nor yet the new ; Ah ! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again ! The souls of now two thousand years, Have laid up here their toils and fears, And all the earnings of their pain, — Ah, yet consider it again ! We ! what do we see 1 each a space Of some few yards before his face ; Does that the whole wide plan explain?
Seite 142 - Strong purposes our minds possess, Our hearts affections fill, We toil and earn, we seek and learn, And thou descendest still. O end to which our currents tend, Inevitable sea, To which we flow, what do we know, What shall we guess of thee? A roar we hear upon thy shore, As we our course fulfil; Scarce we divine a sun will shine And be above us still.
Seite 47 - 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 lofty part, than which the heart Adopt no nobler can, Thou shalt receive, thou shalt believe, And thou shalt do, 0 Man ! Qui labored, orat.
Seite 134 - Thine enemy is none the worse : At church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend : Honour thy parents ; that is, all From whom advancement may befall ; Thou shalt not kill ; but need'st not strive Officiously to keep alive...
Seite 32 - ... To veer how vain ! on, onward strain, Brave barks ! in light, in darkness too ; Through winds and tides one compass guides, — To that, and your own selves, be true. " But, O blithe breeze ! and O great seas, Though ne'er that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last. " One port, methought, alike they sought, One purpose hold where'er they fare. O bounding breeze, O rushing seas ! At last, at last, unite them there !" * This is not mere longing,...

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