PoemsE. Moxon, 1851 - 375 |
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Strona 27
... Happy days Roll onward , leading up the golden year . " Fly , happy , happy sails , and bear the Press ; Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ; Knit land to land , and blowing havenward With silks , and fruits , and spices , clear ...
... Happy days Roll onward , leading up the golden year . " Fly , happy , happy sails , and bear the Press ; Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ; Knit land to land , and blowing havenward With silks , and fruits , and spices , clear ...
Strona 28
... happy season back , - The more fools they , we forward : dreamers both : -- You most , that in an age , when every hour Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death , Live on , God love us , as if the seedsman , rapt Upon the teeming ...
... happy season back , - The more fools they , we forward : dreamers both : -- You most , that in an age , when every hour Must sweat her sixty minutes to the death , Live on , God love us , as if the seedsman , rapt Upon the teeming ...
Strona 32
... be that the gulfs will wash us down : may be we shall touch the Happy Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Though much is taken , much abides ; and though We are not now that strength which in old days 32 ULYSSES .
... be that the gulfs will wash us down : may be we shall touch the Happy Isles , And see the great Achilles , whom we knew . Though much is taken , much abides ; and though We are not now that strength which in old days 32 ULYSSES .
Strona 37
... threat , and servile to a shrewish tongue ! Is it well to wish thee happy ? - having known me to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine ! Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level LOCKSLEY HALL . 37.
... threat , and servile to a shrewish tongue ! Is it well to wish thee happy ? - having known me to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine ! Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level LOCKSLEY HALL . 37.
Strona 42
... happy ! wherefore should I care ? I myself must mix with action , lest I wither by despair . What is that which I should turn to , lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barred with gold , and opens but to golden keys . Every ...
... happy ! wherefore should I care ? I myself must mix with action , lest I wither by despair . What is that which I should turn to , lighting upon days like these ? Every door is barred with gold , and opens but to golden keys . Every ...
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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 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...
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.
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 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 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 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 89 - To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars, As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show. The Poet-forms of stronger hours, The vast Republics that may grow, The Federations and the Powers; Titanic forces taking birth In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. So sleeping, so aroused from sleep Thro' sunny decads new and strange, Or gay quinquenniads would...