Poems, 2. kötetTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 oldal |
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67. oldal
... shame , But he is chill to praise or blame . " He will not hear the north - wind rave , Nor , moaning , household shelter crave From winter rains that beat his grave . 66 High up the vapors fold and swim : About him broods the twilight ...
... shame , But he is chill to praise or blame . " He will not hear the north - wind rave , Nor , moaning , household shelter crave From winter rains that beat his grave . 66 High up the vapors fold and swim : About him broods the twilight ...
100. oldal
... shame and thrall : But all my heart is drawn above , My knees are bowed in crypt and shrine : I never felt the kiss of love , Nor maiden's hand in mine . More bounteous aspects on me beam , Me mightier transports move and thrill ; So ...
... shame and thrall : But all my heart is drawn above , My knees are bowed in crypt and shrine : I never felt the kiss of love , Nor maiden's hand in mine . More bounteous aspects on me beam , Me mightier transports move and thrill ; So ...
119. oldal
... shame your worth ! Why come you drest like a village maid , That are the flower of the earth ? " If I come drest like a village maid , I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born , " she said , " And not the Lady Clare . " Play me ...
... shame your worth ! Why come you drest like a village maid , That are the flower of the earth ? " If I come drest like a village maid , I am but as my fortunes are : I am a beggar born , " she said , " And not the Lady Clare . " Play me ...
123. oldal
... in all the county Is so great a lord as he . All at once the color flushes Her sweet face from brow to chin : As it were with shame she blushes , And her spirit changed within . Then her countenance all over Pale again as death did.
... in all the county Is so great a lord as he . All at once the color flushes Her sweet face from brow to chin : As it were with shame she blushes , And her spirit changed within . Then her countenance all over Pale again as death did.
134. oldal
... , And the leaf is stamped in clay . " Sit thee down , and have no shame , Cheek by jowl , and knee by knee : What care I for any name ? What for order or degree ? " Let me screw thee up a peg : Let 134 THE VISION OF SIN .
... , And the leaf is stamped in clay . " Sit thee down , and have no shame , Cheek by jowl , and knee by knee : What care I for any name ? What for order or degree ? " Let me screw thee up a peg : Let 134 THE VISION OF SIN .
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37. oldal - 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.
272. oldal - 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...
31. oldal - 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.
35. oldal - 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.
45. oldal - 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.
48. oldal - 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.
46. oldal - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
36. oldal - 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.
44. oldal - 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...
99. oldal - 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.