Poet Lore, 16. kötet

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AMS Reprint, 1905
 

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137. oldal - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, — And that 's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul...
85. oldal - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
138. oldal - The common problem, yours, mine, every one's, Is not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be,— but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means— a very different thing!
61. oldal - A skilful literary artist has constructed a tale. If wise, he has not fashioned his thoughts to accommodate his incidents; but having conceived, with deliberate care, a certain unique or single effect to be wrought out, he then invents such incidents — he then combines such events that may best aid him in establishing this preconceived effect.
77. oldal - Brows, hands, and lips, heart, mind, and voice, . Kisses and words of Love-Lily, — Oh ! bid me with your joy rejoice Till riotous longing rest in me ! Ah ! let not hope be still distraught, But find in her its gracious goal, Whose speech Truth knows not from her thought Nor Love her body from her soul.
78. oldal - Love's own breast, — Where round the secret of all spheres All angels lay their wings to rest, — How shall my soul stand rapt and awed, When, by the new birth borne abroad Throughout the music of the suns, It enters in her soul at once And knows the silence there for God ! Here with her face doth memory sit Meanwhile, and wait the day's decline, Till other eyes shall look from it, Eyes of the spirit's Palestine, Even than the old gaze tenderer : While hopes and aims long lost with her Stand round...
61. oldal - In the whole composition there should be no word written, of which the tendency, direct or indirect, is not to the one preëstablished design.
79. oldal - Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift, For service meetly worn; Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
10. oldal - I'll have no call now to be going down and getting Holy Water in the dark nights after Samhain, and I won't care what way the sea is when the other women will be keening. [To NORA.] Give me the Holy Water, Nora, there's a small sup still on the dresser.
73. oldal - O Mensch! Gib acht! Was spricht die tiefe Mitternacht ? „Ich schlief, ich schlief — , Aus tiefem Traum bin ich erwacht : Die Welt ist tief, Und tiefer als der Tag gedacht. Tief ist ihr Weh — , Lust — tiefer noch als Herzeleid: Weh spricht: Vergeh! Doch alle Lust will Ewigkeit — , — Will tiefe, tiefe Ewigkeit!

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