Poetical Works: From 1826 to 1844J.R. Osgood, 1872 - 533 páginas |
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... light of Light ! Love me , beloved ! me , more newly made . More feeble , more afraid ; And let me hear with mine thy pinions moved , As close and gentle as the loving are , That love being near , heaven may not seem so far . Ador . I ...
... light of Light ! Love me , beloved ! me , more newly made . More feeble , more afraid ; And let me hear with mine thy pinions moved , As close and gentle as the loving are , That love being near , heaven may not seem so far . Ador . I ...
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... light the quenchless pulses ! — Ador . But hast trod The depth of love in thy peculiar nature ; And not in any Thou hast made and lovest In narrow seraph hearts ! - Zerah . Within , upholder ! Ador . Above , Creator ! And below , below ...
... light the quenchless pulses ! — Ador . But hast trod The depth of love in thy peculiar nature ; And not in any Thou hast made and lovest In narrow seraph hearts ! - Zerah . Within , upholder ! Ador . Above , Creator ! And below , below ...
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... light that burns In fluent , refluent motion , Along the crystal ocean ; The springing of the golden harps be- tween The bowery wings , in fountains of sweet sound ; The winding , wandering music that re- turns Upon itself , exultingly ...
... light that burns In fluent , refluent motion , Along the crystal ocean ; The springing of the golden harps be- tween The bowery wings , in fountains of sweet sound ; The winding , wandering music that re- turns Upon itself , exultingly ...
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... light and the throne And all angels bowing down , From whom His every look did touch New notes of joy from the unworn string Of an eternal worshipping ! For such He left His heaven ? There , though never bought by blood And tears , we ...
... light and the throne And all angels bowing down , From whom His every look did touch New notes of joy from the unworn string Of an eternal worshipping ! For such He left His heaven ? There , though never bought by blood And tears , we ...
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... light of this day's sun . II . I see no more Thy cross , O holy Slain ! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great world's turmoil , Feeling thy countenance too still , -nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison . The ...
... light of this day's sun . II . I see no more Thy cross , O holy Slain ! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great world's turmoil , Feeling thy countenance too still , -nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison . The ...
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Página 151 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Página 144 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile- — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep,...
Página 300 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap ; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go ; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground ; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
Página 301 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see, For they 'mind you of their angels in high places, With eyes turned on Deity. "How long...
Página 146 - WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point, — what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented ? Think ! In mounting higher, The angels would press on us and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.
Página 301 - And we think that, in some pause of angels' song, God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather, And hold both within His right hand which is strong. 'Our Father!' If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child.
Página 68 - A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD. THEY say that God lives very high; But, if you look above the pines, You cannot see our God; and why ? And, if you dig down in the mines, You never see him in the gold ; Though from him all that's glory shines. God is so good he wears a fold Of heaven and earth across his face, Like secrets kept for love, untold. But still I feel that his embrace Slides down by thrills through all things made, — Through sight and sound of every place. As if my tender mother laid On my...
Página 147 - I LIVED with visions for my company, Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know A sweeter music than they played to me. But soon their trailing purple was not free Of this world's dust, — their lutes did silent grow, And I myself grew faint and blind below Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come . . to be, Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts, Their songs, their...
Página 142 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before. Without the sense of that which I forbore, . . Thy touch upon the palm.
Página 521 - This is the way," laughed the great god Pan (Laughed while he sat by the river), "The only way since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.