Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. IWilliam Roger Greeley |
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... seemed to lose With my lost saints , I love thee with the breath Smiles , tears , of all my life ! — and , if God choose , I shall but love thee better after death . - ROBERT BROWNING APPARITIONS SUCH a starved bank of moss Till [ 11 ]
... seemed to lose With my lost saints , I love thee with the breath Smiles , tears , of all my life ! — and , if God choose , I shall but love thee better after death . - ROBERT BROWNING APPARITIONS SUCH a starved bank of moss Till [ 11 ]
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... seemed best , And all the doubt was now - should I be fit ? VIII So , quiet as despair , I turned from him , That hateful cripple ; out of his highway Into the path he pointed . All the day Had been a dreary one at best , and dim Was ...
... seemed best , And all the doubt was now - should I be fit ? VIII So , quiet as despair , I turned from him , That hateful cripple ; out of his highway Into the path he pointed . All the day Had been a dreary one at best , and dim Was ...
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... seemed in that fell cirque . What penned them there , with all the plain to choose ? No footprint leading to that horrid mews , None out of it . Mad brewage set to work Their brains , no doubt , like galley - slaves the Turk Pits for ...
... seemed in that fell cirque . What penned them there , with all the plain to choose ? No footprint leading to that horrid mews , None out of it . Mad brewage set to work Their brains , no doubt , like galley - slaves the Turk Pits for ...
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... seemed to recognize some trick Of mischief happened to me , God knows when - In a bad dream perhaps . Here ended , then , Progress this way . When , in the very nick Of giving up , one time more , came a click As when a trap shuts — you ...
... seemed to recognize some trick Of mischief happened to me , God knows when - In a bad dream perhaps . Here ended , then , Progress this way . When , in the very nick Of giving up , one time more , came a click As when a trap shuts — you ...
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... Find me , and turn thy back on heaven . CHARACTER THE sun set ; but set not his hope : Stars rose ; his faith was earlier up : Fixed on the enormous galaxy , Deeper and older seemed his eye : And matched his [ 50 ] RALPH WALDO EMERSON ...
... Find me , and turn thy back on heaven . CHARACTER THE sun set ; but set not his hope : Stars rose ; his faith was earlier up : Fixed on the enormous galaxy , Deeper and older seemed his eye : And matched his [ 50 ] RALPH WALDO EMERSON ...
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Page 128 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Page 41 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 70 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Page 122 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Page 34 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Page 136 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 31 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
Page 189 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Page 125 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Page 31 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.