The World's Best Poetry ...J.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... souls experiences akin to those in the soul of the translator , be he poet , musician , or painter . That they are three correlated arts , attempting , each in its own way and by its own language , to express the same es- sential life ...
... souls experiences akin to those in the soul of the translator , be he poet , musician , or painter . That they are three correlated arts , attempting , each in its own way and by its own language , to express the same es- sential life ...
Стр. xiv
... soul , is profound and true . It is soul we want ; for the piano , the or gan , the violin , the orchestra , are only instru ments for the transmission of soul . This is also the reason why the most flawless conductor is not always the ...
... soul , is profound and true . It is soul we want ; for the piano , the or gan , the violin , the orchestra , are only instru ments for the transmission of soul . This is also the reason why the most flawless conductor is not always the ...
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... soul lies out like a basking hound , — A hound that dreams and dozes ; Along my life my length I lay , I fill to - morrow and yesterday , I am warm with the suns that have long since set , I am warm with the summers that are not yet ...
... soul lies out like a basking hound , — A hound that dreams and dozes ; Along my life my length I lay , I fill to - morrow and yesterday , I am warm with the suns that have long since set , I am warm with the summers that are not yet ...
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... soul that fears . We two walk on in our grassy places , On either marge of the moonlit flood , With the moon's own sadness in our faces , Where joy is withered , blossom and bud . VI . A shady freshness , chafers whirring , A little ...
... soul that fears . We two walk on in our grassy places , On either marge of the moonlit flood , With the moon's own sadness in our faces , Where joy is withered , blossom and bud . VI . A shady freshness , chafers whirring , A little ...
Стр. 107
... soul from soul estranged ? At dead of night their sails were filled , And onward each rejoicing steered ; - Ah ! neither blame , for neither willed Or wist what first with dawn appeared . To veer , how vain ! On , onward strain , Brave ...
... soul from soul estranged ? At dead of night their sails were filled , And onward each rejoicing steered ; - Ah ! neither blame , for neither willed Or wist what first with dawn appeared . To veer , how vain ! On , onward strain , Brave ...
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Стр. 366 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. VII. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Стр. 161 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Стр. 438 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Стр. 166 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 167 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Стр. 31 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Стр. 360 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Стр. 143 - ... Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 366 - Shaped by himself with newly -learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife : But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside. And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 32 - I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long Thy power hath...