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... held control To cast the body forth to rove , The soul could soar from earth's vain throng , And Heaven and Hell fulfil the song . Follow his feet's appointed way ; — But little light we find that clears The darkness of the exiled years ...
... held control To cast the body forth to rove , The soul could soar from earth's vain throng , And Heaven and Hell fulfil the song . Follow his feet's appointed way ; — But little light we find that clears The darkness of the exiled years ...
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... held high watch afar , At night they cried across the trench ; And still , in Dante's path , the fierce Gaunt soldiers wrangled o'er their spears . But vain seemed all the strength to him , As golden convoys sunk at sea Whose wealth ...
... held high watch afar , At night they cried across the trench ; And still , in Dante's path , the fierce Gaunt soldiers wrangled o'er their spears . But vain seemed all the strength to him , As golden convoys sunk at sea Whose wealth ...
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... Held thee the lamp untrimmed to write- In joy through the blue lapse of night . At Can La Scala's court , no doubt , Guests seldom wept . It was brave sport , No doubt , at Can La Scala's court , Within the palace and without ; Where ...
... Held thee the lamp untrimmed to write- In joy through the blue lapse of night . At Can La Scala's court , no doubt , Guests seldom wept . It was brave sport , No doubt , at Can La Scala's court , Within the palace and without ; Where ...
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... held too sweet For eyes that had not the due veil Of lashes and clear lids - as well In favour as his saddle - seat : Breath of low speech he scorned not there Nor light cool fingers in his hair . Yet if the child whom the sire's plan ...
... held too sweet For eyes that had not the due veil Of lashes and clear lids - as well In favour as his saddle - seat : Breath of low speech he scorned not there Nor light cool fingers in his hair . Yet if the child whom the sire's plan ...
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... held one stern intent : And when the music had its sign To breathe upon them for more ease , Sometimes he turned and bade it cease . And as he spared not to rebuke The mirth , so oft in council he To bitter truth bore testimony : And ...
... held one stern intent : And when the music had its sign To breathe upon them for more ease , Sometimes he turned and bade it cease . And as he spared not to rebuke The mirth , so oft in council he To bitter truth bore testimony : And ...
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Page 223 - Mid deathless love's acclaims. Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm ; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds.
Page 169 - BY what word's power, the key of paths untrod, Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore, Till parted waves of Song yield up the shore Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod ? For lo ! in some poor rhythmic period, Lady, I fain would tell how evermore Thy soul I know not from thy body, nor Thee from myself, neither our love from God.
Page 222 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Page 210 - THE lost days of my life until to-day, What were they, could I see them on the street Lie as they fell ? Would they be ears of wheat Sown once for food but trodden into clay? Or golden coins squandered and still to pay? Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet? Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat The throats of men in Hell, who thirst alway?
Page 176 - Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: — So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Page 226 - There will I ask of Christ the Lord Thus much for him and me : — Only to live as once on earth With Love, only to be, As then awhile, for ever now Together, I and he.' She gazed and listened and then said, Less sad of speech than mild, —
Page 225 - We two will lie i' the shadow of That living mystic tree. Within whose secret growth the Dove Is sometimes felt to be, While every leaf that His plumes touch Saith His Name audibly.
Page 222 - Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Herseemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers: Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years.
Page 168 - WHEN do I see thee most, beloved one ? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known ? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own ? O love, my love ! if I no more should see Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee...
Page 288 - The wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill: I had walked on at the wind's will, — I sat now, for the wind was still. Between my knees my forehead was, — My lips, drawn in, said not Alas! My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass. My eyes, wide open, had the run Of some ten weeds to fix upon; Among those few, out of the sun, The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one. From perfect grief there need not be Wisdom or even memory: One thing...