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... earth are dead . I am not forgetting for a moment the eternal truth of the human faith and Divine love which fill the poem , nor the delight which it so often exhibits in the works and ways of man and in the beautiful things among which ...
... earth are dead . I am not forgetting for a moment the eternal truth of the human faith and Divine love which fill the poem , nor the delight which it so often exhibits in the works and ways of man and in the beautiful things among which ...
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... earth of Orchomenus , guardians of the ancient Minyans , hear my prayer , for I call . Where you come come all things sweet and joyous to men ; be a man wise , or fair , or nobly - famed , your gift it is . For apart from the holy ...
... earth of Orchomenus , guardians of the ancient Minyans , hear my prayer , for I call . Where you come come all things sweet and joyous to men ; be a man wise , or fair , or nobly - famed , your gift it is . For apart from the holy ...
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... earth to heaven ; and a poem that might have been a mere outburst of athleticism has become a song of thanksgiving and an act of prayer . By the last line of the first stanza we have reached the eternity of heaven . But the song is in ...
... earth to heaven ; and a poem that might have been a mere outburst of athleticism has become a song of thanksgiving and an act of prayer . By the last line of the first stanza we have reached the eternity of heaven . But the song is in ...
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... earth ; He is great ; he hath in him God most high ? — or again in Men , brother men , that after us yet live , Let not your hearts too hard against us be . Still , no doubt such a gift of style as his could not be con- fined to the ...
... earth ; He is great ; he hath in him God most high ? — or again in Men , brother men , that after us yet live , Let not your hearts too hard against us be . Still , no doubt such a gift of style as his could not be con- fined to the ...
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... earth to attain ; things reached , even by genius , only through an infinite taking of pains . But , in the great style , the art must never seem laboured , if by laboured we mean that which still struggles with difficulty and is not ...
... earth to attain ; things reached , even by genius , only through an infinite taking of pains . But , in the great style , the art must never seem laboured , if by laboured we mean that which still struggles with difficulty and is not ...
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Page 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Page 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Page 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Page 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Page 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Page 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Page 262 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...