SaulT. Y. Crowell & Company, 1901 - 45 pages |
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agonized Saul altar in glory bearing that front beauty breath broken to twine Browning Browning's Christ stand cross-support daily communion dare David David's heart deeper note E'en eye lights eye face that receives foldskirts God's God's child Godhead gracious gold hair Grasps at hand hand Shall throw harp heart leaps human inspiration intent to peruse JOHN ANGUS MACVANNEL joys of living king King-I would help leaping lilies still living living and blue man's manhood's prime vigor nature Neath o'er passion and prowess pitcher poem poet poet's praise Psalms radiance thy deed raging to torture reapers receives thee remember in glory ROBERT BROWNING Saul's seeks its lodging shudder slow song soul it bears soul-attitude strongest shall stand sweet Tennyson tent tent-prop Thou shalt love thou so wilt thrill Thy whole thy gracious gold thy servant Tis the weakness torture the desert turban twixt UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN voice weakness in strength
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Page 13 - No spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Page 14 - How good is man's life, the mere living ! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
Page xii - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
Page 38 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the Creator, — the end, what Began? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can?
Page 43 - I got through them as hardly, as strugglingly there, As a runner beset by the populace famished for news — Life or death. The whole earth was awakened, hell loosed with her crews ; And the stars of night beat with emotion, and tingled and shot Out in fire the strong pain of pent...
Page 18 - Yea, each harm got in fighting your battles, each furrow and scar Of his head thrust 'twixt you and the tempest — all hail, there they are! — Now again to be softened with verdure, again hold the nest Of the dove, tempt the goat and its young to the green on his crest For their food in the ardours of summer.
Page 16 - Till lo, thou art grown to a monarch; a people is thine; And all gifts, which the world offers singly, on one head combine ! On one head, all the beauty and strength, love and rage (like the throe That, a-work in the rock, helps its labor and lets the gold go) High ambition and deeds which surpass it, fame crowning them, — all Brought to blaze on the head of one creature — King Saul...
Page xv - I played the help-tune of our reapers, their wine-song, when hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, and great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life. - And then, the last song When the dead man is praised on his journey - 'Bear, bear him along, With his few faults shut up like dead flowerets! Are balm seeds not here To console us? The land has none left such as he on the bier. Oh, would we might keep thee, my brother!
Page 15 - When he trusted thee forth with the armies, for glorious reward? Didst thou see the thin hands of thy mother, held up as men sung The low song of the nearly-departed, and hear her faint tongue Joining in while it could to the witness, 'Let one more attest, I have lived, seen God's hand thro' a lifetime, and all was for best !' Then they sung thro' their tears in strong triumph, not much, but the rest.
Page 37 - There's a faculty pleasant to exercise, hard to hoodwink, I am fain to keep still in abeyance, (I laugh as I think) Lest, insisting to claim and parade in it, wot ye, I worst E'en the Giver in one gift. — Behold ! I could love if I durst ! But I sink the pretension as fearing a man may o'ertake God's own speed in the one way of love: I abstain for love's sake.