PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... hand , Might do much at their vigour's waning - point ; Succeeding with new - breathed and earnest force , As at old games a runner snatched the torch From runner still : this way success might be . But you have coupled with your ...
... hand , Might do much at their vigour's waning - point ; Succeeding with new - breathed and earnest force , As at old games a runner snatched the torch From runner still : this way success might be . But you have coupled with your ...
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... hands which falter " Unguided by thy brain the mighty sight " Continues to absorb , pursue their task " On earth like these around thee - what their sense " Which radiance ne'er distracted , clear descries ? " If thou wouldst share ...
... hands which falter " Unguided by thy brain the mighty sight " Continues to absorb , pursue their task " On earth like these around thee - what their sense " Which radiance ne'er distracted , clear descries ? " If thou wouldst share ...
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... hand ; Now any miserable juggler bends My pride to him . All seems alike at length : Who knows which are the wise and which the fools ? God may take pleasure in confounding pride By hiding secrets with the scorned and base— He who ...
... hand ; Now any miserable juggler bends My pride to him . All seems alike at length : Who knows which are the wise and which the fools ? God may take pleasure in confounding pride By hiding secrets with the scorned and base— He who ...
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... hands , And furrowed brow . Ha , have I , after all , Mistaken the wild nursling of my breast ? Knowledge it seemed , and Power , and Recompense ! Was she who glided through my room of nights , - Who laid my head on her soft knees , and ...
... hands , And furrowed brow . Ha , have I , after all , Mistaken the wild nursling of my breast ? Knowledge it seemed , and Power , and Recompense ! Was she who glided through my room of nights , - Who laid my head on her soft knees , and ...
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... hand , and let the work so framed Be styled my work , -hear me ! I covet not An influx of new power , an angel's soul : It were no marvel then - but I have reached Thus far , a man ; let me conclude , a man ! Give but one hour of my ...
... hand , and let the work so framed Be styled my work , -hear me ! I covet not An influx of new power , an angel's soul : It were no marvel then - but I have reached Thus far , a man ; let me conclude , a man ! Give but one hour of my ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adolf Asolo Avicenna Basil Berth beside better brow Chambery Charles Cleves Clug Court Courtiers crown D'Ormea dare dear Aureole doubt dream Duchess Duke earth Einsiedeln eyes face faint father fear Fest Festus fool GAUCELME Girl give God's Guibert hair hand hate hear heart heaven hope Jules Juliers keep King lady laugh leave live look Luigi Malamocco Michal mind morning ne'er never night nought o'er once Oporinus Otti Paracelsus pause PIPPA PIPPA passes Polyxena Possagno praise Prince Berthold prove ROBERT BROWNING Sardinia saw thro seems sing Sire smile soul Spain speak spirit stay strange strength sure talk tell thee There's thing thou thought true trust truth Turin turn Twas VALENCE Victor what's words wrongs Würzburg
Pasajes populares
Página 21 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
Página 27 - There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth ; A baffling and perverting carnal mesh Blinds it, and makes all error : and, " to know" Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Página 27 - Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness...
Página 148 - ... in man's self arise August anticipations, symbols, types Of a dim splendour ever on before In that eternal circle life pursues. For men begin to pass their nature's bound, And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant Their proper joys and griefs ; they grow too great For narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade Before the unmeasured thirst for good : while peace Rises within them ever more and more. Such men are even now upon the earth, Serene amid the half-formed creatures round Who...
Página 165 - DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay. For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed...
Página 112 - ... perfume, music too: So the stars wheeled round, and the darkness past, And at morn we started beside the mast, And still each ship was sailing fast. Now, one morn, land appeared — a speck Dim trembling betwixt sea and sky: 'Avoid it...
Página 144 - Like chrysalids impatient for the air, The shining dorrs are busy, beetles run Along the furrows, ants make their ado ; Above, birds fly in merry flocks, the lark Soars up and up, shivering for very joy ; Afar the ocean sleeps ; white fishing-gulls Flit where the strand is purple with its tribe Of nested limpets ; savage creatures seek Their loves in wood and plain — and God renews His ancient rapture.
Página 48 - Beneath the tent-tree by the wayside well : And this in language as the need should be, Now poured at once forth in a burning flow, Now piled up in a grand array of words. This done, to perfect and consummate all, Even as a luminous haze links star to star, I would supply all chasms with music, breathing Mysterious motions of the soul, no way To be defined save in strange melodies.
Página 172 - All service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work— God's puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first. Say not 'a small event!' Why 'small'? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A 'great event,