Literature in the CenturyW. & R. Chambers, limited, 1903 - 546 páginas |
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Página 109 - for the world which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help from pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confus'd alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant
Página 256 - summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon ; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach the grave Like one who wraps the drapery
Página 98 - 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. . . . So careful of the type ? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing,all shall go.
Página 176 - Vex not his ghost—oh ! let him pass—he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer! Hush! strife and quarrel, over the solemn grave. Sound, trumpets, a mournful march. Fall, dark curtain, upon his pageant, his pride, his grief, his awful tragedy!
Página 191 - Requiem :— Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me ; " Here he lies where he longed to be: Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill!
Página 65 - He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm
Página 256 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings, The powerful of the earth, the wise, the good— Fair forms and hoary seers of ages past— All in one mighty sepulchre ! The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun—the vales,
Página 99 - And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God. I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. And
Página 102 - She is coming, my own, my sweet, Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and heat, Had I lain for a century dead ; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. The
Página 47 - But our flower was in flushing When blighting was nearest. Fleet foot on the correi, Sage counsel in cumber, Red hand in the foray, How sound is thy slumber ! Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain Thou art gone, and forever!