Poetical Works, เล่มที่ 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... half reveal And half conceal the Soul within . But , for the unquiet heart and brain , A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise , Like dull narcotics , numbing pain . In words , like weeds , I'll wrap me o'er , Like ...
... half reveal And half conceal the Soul within . But , for the unquiet heart and brain , A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise , Like dull narcotics , numbing pain . In words , like weeds , I'll wrap me o'er , Like ...
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... half thy draught be done , Hath stilled the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , while thy head is bowed , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . Ye know no more ...
... half thy draught be done , Hath stilled the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , while thy head is bowed , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . Ye know no more ...
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... half divine ; Should strike a sudden hand in mine , And ask a thousand things of home ; And I should tell him all my pain , And how my life had drooped of late , And he should sorrow o'er my state , And marvel what possessed my brain ...
... half divine ; Should strike a sudden hand in mine , And ask a thousand things of home ; And I should tell him all my pain , And how my life had drooped of late , And he should sorrow o'er my state , And marvel what possessed my brain ...
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... half the babbling Wye , And makes a silence in the hills . The Wye is hushed nor moved along ; And hushed my deepest grief of all , When , filled with tears that cannot fall , I brim with sorrow drowning song . The tide flows down , the ...
... half the babbling Wye , And makes a silence in the hills . The Wye is hushed nor moved along ; And hushed my deepest grief of all , When , filled with tears that cannot fall , I brim with sorrow drowning song . The tide flows down , the ...
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... half to him . XXVI . STILL onward winds the dreary way ; I with it ; for I long to prove No lapse of moons can canker Love , Whatever fickle tongues may say . And if that eye which watches guilt And goodness , and hath power to see ...
... half to him . XXVI . STILL onward winds the dreary way ; I with it ; for I long to prove No lapse of moons can canker Love , Whatever fickle tongues may say . And if that eye which watches guilt And goodness , and hath power to see ...
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หน้า 41 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
หน้า 6 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. > Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
หน้า 95 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
หน้า 37 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
หน้า 139 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
หน้า 52 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath: I curse not nature, no, nor death; For nothing is that errs from law.
หน้า 82 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
หน้า 7 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
หน้า 58 - I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
หน้า 28 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.