Works: The princess. In memoriamHoughton, Mifflin, 1904 |
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Výsledky 6-10 z 29
Strana 113
... happy lovers heart in heart — And out of hauntings of my spoken love , And lonely listenings to my mutter'd dream , And often feeling of the helpless hands , And wordless broodings on the wasted cheek- From all a THE PRINCESS 113.
... happy lovers heart in heart — And out of hauntings of my spoken love , And lonely listenings to my mutter'd dream , And often feeling of the helpless hands , And wordless broodings on the wasted cheek- From all a THE PRINCESS 113.
Strana 116
... happy sleep . Deep in the night I woke : she , near me , held A volume of the poets of her land . There to herself , all in low tones , she read : Now sleeps the crimson petal , now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ...
... happy sleep . Deep in the night I woke : she , near me , held A volume of the poets of her land . There to herself , all in low tones , she read : Now sleeps the crimson petal , now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ...
Strana 117
... happy threshold , he , Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ...
... happy threshold , he , Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize , Or red with spirted purple of the vats , Or foxlike in the vine ; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the Silver Horns , Nor wilt thou snare him in the white ...
Strana 121
... Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood , and trust in all things high Comes easy to him , and tho ' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay . ' ' But I , ' Said Ida , tremulously , THE ...
... Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood , and trust in all things high Comes easy to him , and tho ' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay . ' ' But I , ' Said Ida , tremulously , THE ...
Strana 124
... happy valleys , half in light , and half Far - shadowing from the west , a land of peace ; Gray halls alone among their massive groves ; Trim hamlets ; here and there a rustic tower Half - lost in belts of hop and breadths of 124 THE ...
... happy valleys , half in light , and half Far - shadowing from the west , a land of peace ; Gray halls alone among their massive groves ; Trim hamlets ; here and there a rustic tower Half - lost in belts of hop and breadths of 124 THE ...
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Strana 197 - Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Strana 196 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul ? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams ? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Strana 131 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou. Our wills are ours, we know not how ; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Strana 271 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Strana 52 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strana 133 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 272 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strana 298 - Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour his couriers bring. Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho...
Strana 91 - Man for the field and woman for the hearth : Man for the sword and for the needle she : Man with the head and woman with the heart: Man to command and woman to obey; All else confusion.
Strana 137 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies, The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more. One writes that "other friends remain," That "loss is common to the race"— And...