Lonely Furrow

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Houghton Mifflin, 1923 - 433 Seiten
 

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Seite 129 - The troubles of our proud and angry dust Are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Seite 201 - To go on for ever and fail and go on again, And be mauled to the earth and arise, And contend for the shade of a word and a thing not seen with the eyes: With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night That somehow the right is the right And the smooth shall bloom from the rough: Lord, if that were enough?
Seite 158 - mid the tide of all emergency Now notes my separate wave, and to what sea Its difficult eddies labour in the ground ? Oh ! what is this that knows the road I came, The flame turned cloud, the cloud returned to flame, The lifted shifted steeps and all the way ? — That draws round me at last this wind-warm space, And in regenerate rapture turns my face Upon the devious coverts of dismay...
Seite 69 - I would that you were all to me, You that are just so much, no more. Nor yours nor mine, nor slave nor free ! Where does the fault lie? What the core O' the wound, since wound must be?
Seite 429 - Here — here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go! let joy break with the storm — Peace let the dew send! Lofty designs must close in like effects: Loftily lying, Leave him — still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying.
Seite 268 - RENOUNCEMENT I MUST not think of thee ; and, tired yet strong, I shun the thought that lurks in all delight — The thought of thee — and in the blue Heaven's height, And in the sweetest passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits, hidden yet bright; But it must never, never come in sight; I must stop short of thee the whole day...
Seite 113 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun : which cometh forth as a bridegroom out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a giant to run his course.
Seite 120 - Bove all — nothing within that lowers. Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright, Or give down to the wings of night. In her whole frame, Have Nature all the name, Art and ornament the shame. Her flattery, Picture and poesy, Her counsel her own virtue be.
Seite 245 - Of false appreciation quickly fades. This truth is little known to human shades, How rare from their own instinct 'tis to feel! They waste the soul with spurious desire, That is not the ripe flame upon the bough. We two have taken up a lifeless vow To rob a living passion: dust for fire!
Seite 296 - The splendours, mysteries, dearer because known, Nor less divine: Love's inmost sacredness Called to him, ' Come !'—In his restraining start, Eyes nurtured to be looked at scarce could see A wave of the great waves of Destiny Convulsed at a checked impulse of the heart.

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