« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
So to live is heaven : To make undying music in the world, Breathing as beauteous order that controls With growing sway the growing life of man. So we inherit that sweet purity For which we struggled, failed, and agonized With widening retrospect that bred despair. Rebellious flesh that would not be subdued, A vicious parent shaming still its child Poor anxious penitence, is quick dissolved ; Its discords, quenched by meeting harmonies, Die in the large and charitable air. And all our rarer, better, truer self, That sobbed religiously in yearning song, That watched to ease the burthen of the world, Laboriously tracing what must be, And what may yet be better—saw within A worthier image for the sanctuary, And shaped it forth before the multitude Divinely human, raising worship so To higher reverence more mixed with love-That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread for ever.
This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no crueltyBe the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Oh the pleasant sight to see
While my love climbed up to me!
Oh the happy hours we lay
Courting through the summer's day!
Oh the weary haunt for me,
THE SANDS OF DEE O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home
And all alone went she.
And o'er and o'er the sand,
And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see.
10 The rolling mist came down and hid the land :
And never home came she. 'Oh! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair
A tress of golden hair,
A drownéd maiden's hair
Among the stakes on Dce.'
They rowed her in across the rolling foam,
Shame it is to see
Ne'er a verse to thee.
O’er the German foam ;
From thy frozen home.
Tired of gaudy glare,
Hot and breathless air.
Through the lazy day :
Turn us out to play!
Crisp the lazy dyke ;
Every plunging pike.
Fill the marsh with snipe ;
Lonely curlew pipe.
Thunder harsh and dry,
Off the curdled sky.
Breast-high lies the scent,
On by holt and headland,
Over heath and bent. Chime, ye dappled darlings,
Through the sleet and snow. Who can over-ride you ?
35 Let the horses go! Chime, ye dappled darlings,
Down the roaring blast ;
40 Go! and rest to-morrow,
Hunting in your dreams, While our skates are ringing
O'er the frozen streams. Let the luscious South-wind
15 Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants
Bask in ladies' eyes. What does he but soften •Heart alike and pen
50 'Tis the hard grey weather
Breeds hard English men. What's the soft South-wester ?
'Tis the ladies' breeze, Bringing home their trueloves
55 Out of all the seas : But the black North-easter,
Through the snow-storm hurled, Drives our English hearts of oak
Seaward round the world. Come, as came our fathers,
Heralded by thee, Conquering from the eastward,
Lords by land and sea. Come ; and strong within us
Stir the Vikings' blood; Bracing brain and sinew ; Blow, thou wind of God !
And all the trees are green ;
And every lass a queen ;
And every dog his day.
10 And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down ;
The spent and maimed among :
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN ! O Captain ! my Captain ! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we
sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all
exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim
Fallen cold and dead.