Locksley Hall Sixty Years After, EtcMacmillan, 1886 - 201 páginas |
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Página 30 - Is it well that while we range with Science, glorying in the Time, City children soak and blacken soul and sense in city slime? There among the glooming alleys Progress halts on palsied feet, Crime and hunger cast our maidens by the thousand on the street There the Master scrimps his haggard sempstress of her daily bread, There a single sordid attic holds the living and the dead. There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor, And the crowded couch of incest in the warrens of...
Página 8 - Dead— and sixty years ago, and dead her aged husband now— I this old white-headed dreamer stoopt and kiss'd her marble brow. Gone the fires of youth, the follies, furies, curses, passionate tears, Gone like fires and floods and earthquakes of the planet's dawning years.
Página 24 - Earth at last a warless world, a single race, a single tongue — I have seen her far away — for is not Earth as yet so young ? — Every tiger madness muzzled, every serpent passion kill'd, Every grim ravine a garden, every blazing desert till'd, Robed in universal harvest up to either pole she smiles, Universal ocean softly washing all her warless Isles.
Página 45 - Shall we sin our fathers' sin, Men that in a narrower day — Unprophetic rulers they — Drove from out the mother's nest That young eagle of the West To forage for herself alone; Britons, hold your own ! Sharers of our glorious past, Brothers, must we part at last? Shall we not thro' good and ill Cleave to one another still?
Página 20 - Tumble Nature heel o'er head, and, yelling with the yelling street, Set the feet above the brain, and swear the brain is in the feet, Bring the old dark ages back, without the faith, without the hope Beneath the State, the Church, the Throne, and roll their ruins down the slope.
Página 27 - Bringer home of all good things. All good things may move in Hesper, perfect peoples, perfect kings. Hesper — Venus — were we native to that splendour or in Mars, We should see the Globe we groan in, fairest of their evening stars. Could we dream of wars and carnage, craft and madness, lust and spite, Roaring London, raving Paris, in that point of peaceful light ? Might we not in glancing heavenward on a star so silver-fair, Yearn, and clasp the hands and murmur, 'Would to God that we were there'?
Página 32 - Far away beyond her myriad coming changes earth will be Something other than the wildest modern guess of you and me. Earth may reach her...
Página 24 - Warless ? war will die out late then. Will it ever ? late or soon ? Can it, till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon ? Dead the new astronomy calls her.
Página 38 - Follow you the star that lights a desert pathway, yours or mine. Forward, till you see the highest human nature is divine. Follow light and do the right — for man can half control his doom — Till you find the deathless Angel seated in the vacant tomb.
Página 13 - Forward, Forward,' lost within a growing gloom; Lost, or only heard in silence from the silence of a tomb. Half the marvels of my morning, triumphs over time and space, Staled by frequence, shrunk by usage into commonest commonplace ! 'Forward ' rang the voices then, and of the many mine was one. Let us hush this cry of 'Forward ' till ten thousand years have gone.