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... soul , have also the eye to see the dimmest star , the serratures of every leaf , the test objects of the microscope , and then the tongue to utter the same things in words that engrave them on the ears of all mankind . The poet demands ...
... soul , have also the eye to see the dimmest star , the serratures of every leaf , the test objects of the microscope , and then the tongue to utter the same things in words that engrave them on the ears of all mankind . The poet demands ...
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... soul may pierce , In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy cun- ning , The melting voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ...
... soul may pierce , In notes , with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy cun- ning , The melting voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ...
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... soul was his , when , on the tops Of the high mountains , he beheld the sun Rise up , and bathe the world in light ! He looked - Ocean and earth , the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass , beneath him lay In gladness and deep ...
... soul was his , when , on the tops Of the high mountains , he beheld the sun Rise up , and bathe the world in light ! He looked - Ocean and earth , the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass , beneath him lay In gladness and deep ...
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... soul to love the more ; Hearts also shall thy lessons reach That never loved before . Stript is the haughty one of pride , The bashful freed from fear , While rising , like the ocean - tide , In flows the joyous year . Hush , feeble ...
... soul to love the more ; Hearts also shall thy lessons reach That never loved before . Stript is the haughty one of pride , The bashful freed from fear , While rising , like the ocean - tide , In flows the joyous year . Hush , feeble ...
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... soul sitting in thine eyes : There held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace , and Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with ...
... soul sitting in thine eyes : There held in holy passion still , Forget thyself to marble , till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace , and Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with ...
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Page 205 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke. But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him ? O judgment!
Page 206 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that, which you yourselves do know...
Page 230 - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 170 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 126 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Page 63 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 175 - On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave: Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,...
Page 462 - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash...
Page 271 - ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Page 173 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.