Unawares, by the author of 'One year'. |
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Page 64 - Oft shall that flesh imperil and outweary Soul that would stay it in the straiter scope, Oft shall the chill day and the even dreary Force on my heart the frenzy of a hope : — Lo as some ship, outworn and overladen, Strains for the harbour where her sails are furled ; — Lo as some innocent and eager maiden Leans o'er the wistful limit of the world, Dreams of the glow and glory of the distance, Wonderful wooing and the grace of tears, Dreams with what eyes and what a sweet insistance Lovers are...
Page 135 - Be full. Ill-judging kindness ! said the maid. Have I not nursed for two long wretched years That miserable hope, which every day Grew weaker, like a baby sick to death, Yet dearer for its weakness day by day...
Page 27 - Les vertus se perdent dans 1'interet comme les fleuves se perdent dans la mer.
Page 92 - EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand, Whence harmonies, we cannot understand, Of God's will in His worlds, the strain unfolds In sad, perplexed minors : deathly colds Fall on us while we hear, and countermand Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land With nightingales in visionary wolds. We murmur...