The Poetical Works of Henry Taylor, Tema 73,Volumen3Chapman and Hall, 1864 |
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Página 224 - And gently judged for evil and for good. But whilst he mixed not for his own behoof In public strife, his spirit glowed with zeal, Not shorn of action, for the public weal, — For truth and justice as its warp and woof, For freedom as its signature and seal. His life thus sacred from the world, discharged From vain ambition and inordinate care, In virtue exercised, by reverence rare Lifted, and by humility enlarged, Became a temple and a place of prayer. In latter years he walked not singly there...
Página 254 - tis to bear unmoved, Not toil, not risk, not rage of sea or wind, Not the brute fury of barbarians blind, But worse, — ingratitude and poisonous darts Launched by the country he had served and loved: This with a free unclouded spirit pure, This in the strength of silence to endure, A dignity to noble deeds imparts Beyond the gauds and trappings of renown : This is the hero's complement and crown ; This missed, one struggle had been wanting still, • One glorious triumph of the heroic will, One...
Página 8 - Tis a speech That by a language of familiar lowness Enhances what of more heroic vein Is next to follow. But one fault it hath ; It fits too close to life's realities. In truth to Nature missing truth to Art ; For Art commends not counterparts and copies, But from our life a nobler life would shape, Bodies celestial from terrestrial raise, And teach us not jejunely what we are, And what we may be, when the Parian block Yields to the hand of Phidias.
Página 239 - Pain, terror, mortal agonies, that scare Thy heart in man, to brutes thou wilt not spare. Are their's less sad and real ? Pain in man Bears the high mission of the flail and fan ; In brutes 'tis purely piteous.
Página 224 - His life was private ; safely led, aloof From the loud world, — which yet he understood Largely and wisely, as no worldling could. For he by privilege of his nature proof Against false glitter, from beneath the roof Of privacy, as from a cave, surveyed With steadfast eye its flickering light and shade, And gently judged for evil and for good.
Página 223 - A grace though melancholy, manly too, Moulded his being : pensive, grave, serene, O'er his habitual bearing and his mien Unceasing pain, by patience tempered, threw A shade of sweet austerity. But seen In happier hours and by the friendly few, That curtain of the spirit was withdrawn, And fancy light and playful as a fawn, And reason imped with inquisition keen, Knowledge long sought with ardour ever new, And wit love-kindled, show'd in colours true What genial joys with sufferings can consist.
Página 227 - I stood beside Varese's lake, — Mid that redundant growth Of vines, and maize, and bower, and brake, Which Nature, kind to sloth, And scarce solicited by human toil, Pours from the riches of the teeming soil.
Página 254 - Bells pealed, stars, ribbons, and a titular name — These, though his rightful tribute, he can spare; His rightful tribute, not his end or aim, Or true reward; for never yet did these Refresh the soul, or set the heart at ease. What makes a hero? — An heroic mind, Expressed in action, in endurance proved. And if there be preeminence of right...
Página 221 - Eve A stately corpse lay stretch'd upon a bier. The arms were cross'd upon the breast ; the face, Uncover'd, by the taper's trembling light Show'd dimly the pale majesty severe Of him whom Death, and not the Norman Duke, Had conquer'd ; him the noblest and the last Of Saxon Kings ; save one the noblest he ; The last of all. Hard by the bier were seen Two women, weeping side by side, whose arms Clasp'd each the other. Edith was the one. With Edith Adeliza wept and pray'd.
Página 224 - That fail'd not at the first accost to please ; And as reserve relented by degrees, So winning was his aspect and address, His smile so rich in sad felicities, Accordant to a voice which...