Poems, Volumen1Houghton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... crown 8vo . 13.00 Half calf ... ...... 22.50 JOCOSERIA . Uniform with new edition of Works . Crown 8vo .... 1.00 FERISHTAH'S FANCIES . Uniform with new edition of Works ..... 1.00 FAVORITE POEMS . Illustrated . This , with Mrs ...
... crown 8vo . 13.00 Half calf ... ...... 22.50 JOCOSERIA . Uniform with new edition of Works . Crown 8vo .... 1.00 FERISHTAH'S FANCIES . Uniform with new edition of Works ..... 1.00 FAVORITE POEMS . Illustrated . This , with Mrs ...
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... crowns among her lovers , you Shall be reminded to predict to me Some great success ! Ah , see ! the sun sinks broad Behind St. Saviour's : wholly gone , at last ! Fest . Now , Aureole , stay those wandering eyes & while You are ours to ...
... crowns among her lovers , you Shall be reminded to predict to me Some great success ! Ah , see ! the sun sinks broad Behind St. Saviour's : wholly gone , at last ! Fest . Now , Aureole , stay those wandering eyes & while You are ours to ...
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... crown your dearest wish , With a tumultuous heart , you left with me Our childhood's home to join the favoured few Whom , here at Würzburg , Tritheim deigns to teach A portion of his lore : and not the best Of those so favoured , whom ...
... crown your dearest wish , With a tumultuous heart , you left with me Our childhood's home to join the favoured few Whom , here at Würzburg , Tritheim deigns to teach A portion of his lore : and not the best Of those so favoured , whom ...
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... crown my mortal forehead with a beam From thine own blinding crown - to smile , and guide This puny 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 ...
... crown my mortal forehead with a beam From thine own blinding crown - to smile , and guide This puny 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 ...
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... Crown me ? I am not one of you ! " Tis he , the king , you seek . I am not one ... Par . Give me thy spirit , at least ! Let me love , too I have attained , and now I may depart . III . - PARACELSUS . SCENE - A chamber in the house of ...
... Crown me ? I am not one of you ! " Tis he , the king , you seek . I am not one ... Par . Give me thy spirit , at least ! Let me love , too I have attained , and now I may depart . III . - PARACELSUS . SCENE - A chamber in the house of ...
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Página 145 - Thus he dwells in all, From life's minute beginnings, up at last To man — the consummation of this scheme Of being, the completion of this sphere Of life : whose attributes had here and there Been scattered o'er the visible world before, Asking to be combined, dim fragments meant To be united in some wondrous whole, Imperfect qualities throughout creation, Suggesting some one creature yet to make, Some point where all those scattered rays should meet Convergent in the faculties of man.
Página 165 - ... 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, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.
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 14 - Into the vast and unexplored abyss, What full-grown power informs her from the first, Why she not marvels, strenuously beating The silent boundless regions of the sky ! Be sure they sleep not whom God needs ! Nor fear Their holding light his charge, when every hour That finds that charge delayed, is a new death.
Página 152 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast ; its splendor, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day.
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 fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow, In some time — his good time — I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time I Mich.
Página 128 - Tis only when they spring to heaven that angels Reveal themselves to you ; they sit all day *> Beside you, and lie down at night by you Who care not for their presence, muse or sleep, And all at once they leave you, and you know them...
Página 101 - Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair : such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unrolled ; Or shredded perfume, like a cloud From closet long to quiet vowed, With...
Página 81 - I cannot feed on beauty for the sake Of beauty only, nor can drink in balm From lovely objects for their loveliness ; My nature cannot lose her first imprint ; I...