 I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds; Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity, Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again; But not ere him who summoneth I first have...  Studies and Appreciations - 189. oldalszerző: Lewis Edwards Gates - 1900 - 234 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1912 - 558 oldal
...each to other, The vaulted blaze overhead Of their vast pinions spread, ed in The Hound of Heaven: I dimly guess what time in mists confounds; Yet ever and anon a trumpet aounds From the hid battlements of Eternity, Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsfed... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1893 - 120 oldal
...sighful branches of my mind. Such is ; what is to be ? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds ; Yet ever...Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again ; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound... | |
 | 1894 - 858 oldal
...man to contemplate unmoved. The shadow of Death is over him ; the pains of Hurlas take hold upon him. I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds ; Yet ever...Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again ; But not ere him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound... | |
 | 1903 - 752 oldal
...and unnoticed in the light of his excellencies. We cannot chide the man who wrote the passage: '• I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds. Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hidden battlements of Eternity." And if his field for the future is to be, as Pattnore says, "the inexhaustible... | |
 | 1917 - 298 oldal
...haunts of nature, only to find that "Nature, poor stepdame," could not slake its drought. Then " . . . Ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity," calljng the wanderer back to its true home. The note that rang out on the clear air was truly one of... | |
 | Walter Lecky - 1898 - 196 oldal
...the sky." Here is a poet's vision as limpid as one of his native streams, shining clear as a star: "I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds, Yet ever...Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again." And here again in a single line is a poet's seeing: "And... | |
 | William Griffith - 1900 - 156 oldal
...Passion sometimes blows Away her soul and sets her blood on fire. EXCURSIONS. EXCURSIONS. ADRIFT. / dimly guess what Time in mists confounds, Yet ever...trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity. — Francis Thompson A Siren music, bidding all rejoice In this dear home and haven, summons me On... | |
 | Charles Wesley Emerson - 1905 - 142 oldal
...branches of my mind. Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste ihe rind ? I dimly gueoS what Time in mists confounds ; Yet ever and anon a...trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity. " And is thy earth so mai'red, Shattered in shard on shard ? Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1908 - 176 oldal
...sighful branches of my mind. j. • Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds; Yet ever and anon a trumpet sound' From the hid battlements of Eternity; Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimpsed... | |
 | 1909 - 900 oldal
...should hope by such methods to "fool all the people all the time." THE ANGEL BEAUTIFUL. BY JR MEAGHER. Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements...Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then Round the half-glimps6d turrets slowly wash again. F all the angels of heaven who perform the high behests of... | |
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