Poems, Tom 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 |
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Strona 31
... star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labor , by slow prudence to make mild . A rugged people ...
... star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil This labor , by slow prudence to make mild . A rugged people ...
Strona 82
... star - broidered coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever ; and , amid Her full black ringlets downward rolled , Glows forth each softly - shadowed arm With bracelets of the diamond bright : Her constant beauty doth ...
... star - broidered coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever ; and , amid Her full black ringlets downward rolled , Glows forth each softly - shadowed arm With bracelets of the diamond bright : Her constant beauty doth ...
Strona 86
... star , And many a merry wind was borne , And , streamed through many a golden bar , The twilight melted into morn . " O eyes long laid in happy sleep ! " O happy sleep , that lightly fled ! " O happy kiss , that woke thy sleep ! " O ...
... star , And many a merry wind was borne , And , streamed through many a golden bar , The twilight melted into morn . " O eyes long laid in happy sleep ! " O happy sleep , that lightly fled ! " O happy kiss , that woke thy sleep ! " O ...
Strona 98
... star , In raiment white and clean . III . He lifts me to the golden doors ; The flashes come and go ; All heaven bursts her starry floors , And strews her lights below , And deepens on and up ! the gates Roll back , and far within For ...
... star , In raiment white and clean . III . He lifts me to the golden doors ; The flashes come and go ; All heaven bursts her starry floors , And strews her lights below , And deepens on and up ! the gates Roll back , and far within For ...
Strona 101
... star - light mingles with the stars . V. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go , The cock crows ere the Christmas morn , The streets are dumb with snow . The tempest crackles on the leads , And , ringing , spins ...
... star - light mingles with the stars . V. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go , The cock crows ere the Christmas morn , The streets are dumb with snow . The tempest crackles on the leads , And , ringing , spins ...
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Strona 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Strona 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Strona 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Strona 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Strona 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Strona 48 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Strona 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Strona 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Strona 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the" world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Strona 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.