Heights and ValleysDutton, 1871 - 332 oldal |
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329. oldal - The airs of spring may never play Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow through the autumn morn ; Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look Through fringed lids to heaven, And the pale aster in the brook Shall see its image given...
1. oldal - Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud ; Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate. "Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown; With that wild wheel we go not up or down ; Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. "Smile and we smile, the lords of many land* : Frown and we smile, the lords of our own hands; For man is man and master of his fate. "Turn, turn thy wheel above the staring crowd; Thy wheel and thou are shadows in the cloud; Thy wheel and thee we neither love...
20. oldal - SUSPIRIA. TAKE them, O Death ! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own ! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone ! Take them, O Grave ! and let them lie Folded upon thy narrow shelves As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves ! Take them, O great Eternity ! Our little life is but a gust, That bends the branches of thy tree, And trails its blossoms in the dust.
309. oldal - The heart which, like a staff, was one For mine to lean and rest upon, The strongest on the longest day, With steadfast love, is caught away — And yet my days go on, go on.
214. oldal - O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love and look for recompense More than that tongue that more hath more express'd. O, learn to read what silent love hath writ : To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
135. oldal - Ah! world unknown! how charming is thy view, Thy pleasures many, and each pleasure new: Ah! world experienced! what of thee is told? How few thy pleasures, and those few how old!
159. oldal - Here in the hazardous joy of woman and man Consider with how sad and eager eyes They lean together, and part, and gaze again, Regretting that they cannot in so brief time, With all that sweet abandonment, outpour Their flowing infinity of tenderness. God's fashion is another; day by day And year by year he tarrieth ; little need The Lord should hasten ; whom he loves the most He seeks not oftenest, nor wooes him long, But by denial quickens his desire, And in forgetting best remembers him...
329. oldal - Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ; That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved His chastening turned me back — That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense, Sweet with eternal good — That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight...
329. oldal - Among the ripening corn, Nor freshness of the flowers of May Blow through the autumn morn; Yet shall the blue-eyed gentian look Through fringed lids to heaven, And the pale aster in the brook Shall see its image given. The woods shall wear their robes of praise, The south wind softly sigh, And sweet, calm days in golden haze Melt down the amber sky.
309. oldal - I praise Thee while my days go on ; I love Thee while my days go on : Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, With emptied arms and treasure lost, I thank Thee while my days go on.