In MemoriamTicknor and Fields, 1861 - 343 páginas |
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Página 127 - No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! O for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil. LVI.
Página 65 - Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth, But stagnates in the weeds of sloth ; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er befall ; I feel it, when I sorrow most ; 'T is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. XXVIII.
Página 85 - And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef. XXXVII.
Página 121 - /^\H yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is
Página 125 - careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who
Página 283 - fades the last long streak of snow, Now bourgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow. Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks
Página 52 - Behold, ye speak an idle thing : Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing : And one is glad ; her note is gay, For now her little ones have ranged ; And one is sad ; her note is changed, Because her brood is stol'n away. XXII.
Página 104 - So rounds he to a separate mind From whence clear memory may begin, As thro' the frame that binds him in His isolation grows defined. This use may lie in blood and breath, Which else were fruitless of their due, Had man to learn himself anew Beyond the second birth of Death. XLV.
Página 282 - For she is earthly of the mind, But Wisdom heavenly of the soul. O friend, who earnest to thy goal So early, leaving me behind, I would the great world grew like thee, Who grewest not alone in power And knowledge, but by year and hour In reverence and in charity. CXIV.
Página 300 - CXXII. ^T^HERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes thou hast seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands,