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Page 76
... could see the grass for flowers . I wondered , while I paced along : The woods were filled so full with song , There seemed no room for sense of wrong . So variously seemed all things wrought , I marvelled how 76 THE TWO VOICES .
... could see the grass for flowers . I wondered , while I paced along : The woods were filled so full with song , There seemed no room for sense of wrong . So variously seemed all things wrought , I marvelled how 76 THE TWO VOICES .
Page 87
... say , What moral is in being fair . O , to what uses shall we put The wildweed - flower that simply blows ? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose ? But any man that walks the mead , In bud THE DAY - DREAM . 87 MORAL.
... say , What moral is in being fair . O , to what uses shall we put The wildweed - flower that simply blows ? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose ? But any man that walks the mead , In bud THE DAY - DREAM . 87 MORAL.
Page 89
... flower and quintessence of change . Ah , yet would I — and would I might ! So much your eyes my fancy take Be still the first to leap to light , That I might kiss those eyes awake ! For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own ...
... flower and quintessence of change . Ah , yet would I — and would I might ! So much your eyes my fancy take Be still the first to leap to light , That I might kiss those eyes awake ! For , am I right or am I wrong , To choose your own ...
Page 90
... flower , What eyes , like thine , have wakened hopes ? What lips , like thine , so sweetly joined ? Where on the double rosebud droops The fulness of the pensive mind ; Which all too dearly self - involved , Yet sleeps a dreamless sleep ...
... flower , What eyes , like thine , have wakened hopes ? What lips , like thine , so sweetly joined ? Where on the double rosebud droops The fulness of the pensive mind ; Which all too dearly self - involved , Yet sleeps a dreamless sleep ...
Page 99
... The horse and rider reel : They reel , they roll in clanging lists , And when the tide of combat stands , Perfume and flowers fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . II . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On SIR ...
... The horse and rider reel : They reel , they roll in clanging lists , And when the tide of combat stands , Perfume and flowers fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . II . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On SIR ...
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Page 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 44 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the- world, and all the wonder that would be...
Page 99 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 272 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Page 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Page 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 35 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Page 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Page 89 - To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars, And wake on science grown to more, On secrets of the brain, the stars, As wild as aught of fairy lore; And all that else the years will show. The Poet-forms of stronger hours, The vast Republics that may grow, The Federations and the Powers; Titanic forces taking birth In divers seasons, divers climes; For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. So sleeping, so aroused from sleep Thro' sunny decads new and strange, Or gay quinquenniads would...