...' Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped ; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, Whose wheel the pitoher shaped.' Again, the sense of unrealized desire is an index of character which we may regard...

...to restore them one day perfected and completed; a God who looks not to results, but to effort : — All I could never be All men ignored in me, This,...was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. (" Rabbi ben Ezra.") This intense faith would in itself afford ample consolation under the sting of...

...physical being — fragments from its battle call, — the bugle call to my retreating courage : — " Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand bnt go ! Be our joys three parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the...

...say, his face radiant with the happiness of inexperience, — " ' Then welcome each rebuff That tnrns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go ! Be our joys three parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain.' " Sidney looked at him with a...

...25. Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This,...was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. 26. Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor ! and feel Why time spins fast, why passive lies our...

...25. Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This,...was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. 26. Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor! and feel Why time spins feat, why passive lies our...

...25. Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This,...was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. 26. Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor ! and feel Why time spins fast, why passive lies our...

...25. Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher 26. Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor ! and feel Why time spins fast, why passive lies our...

...disturbs our clod ; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 6. <£ Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness...rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go ! Be our joys three parts pain ! Strive, -and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang ;...

...hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 6. Then, welcome each rebuff A That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go ! Be our joys three-parts pain ! Strive, and hold cheap the strain ; Learn, nor account the pang ;...