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Page 241 - In marriage ; they are man and wife at once When the true time is : here we have to wait Not so long neither ! Could we by a wish Have what we will and get the future now, Would we wish aught done undone in the past...
Page 239 - The day-star stopped its task that makes night morn! 0 lover of my life, O soldier-saint, No work begun shall ever pause for death! Love will be helpful to me more and more I' the coming course, the new path I must tread, My weak hand in thy strong hand, strong for that!
Page 165 - Should study passion; how else cure mankind, Who come for help in passionate extremes?
Page 240 - He is a priest ; He cannot marry therefore, which is right : I think he would not marry if he could. Marriage on earth seems such a counterfeit, Mere imitation of the inimitable : In heaven we have the real and true and sure.
Page 120 - I paced the city: it was the first Spring. By the invasion I lay passive to, In rushed new things, the old were rapt away; Alike abolished - the imprisonment Of the outside air, the inside weight o' the world That pulled me down. Death meant, to spurn the ground, Soar to the sky, - die well and you do that. The very immolation made the bliss; Death was the heart of life, and all the harm...
Page 216 - When, what, first thing at daybreak, pierced the sleep With a summons to me ? Up I sprang alive. Light in me, light without me, everywhere Change! A broad yellow sunbeam was let fall From heaven to earth, — a sudden drawbridge lay, Along which marched a myriad merry motes, Mocking the flies that crossed them and recrossed In rival dance, companions new-born too.
Page 240 - Be as the angels rather, who, apart, Know themselves into one, are found at length Married, but marry never, no, nor give In marriage; they are man and wife at once When the true time is: here we have to wait Not so long neither!
Page 117 - You would die for me :' I can believe it now: For now the dream gets to involve yourself. First of all, you seemed wicked and not good, In writing me those letters; you came in Like a thief upon me.
Page 166 - To have to do with nothing but the true, The good, the eternal — and these, not alone In the main current of the general life, But small experiences of every day, Concerns of the particular hearth and home: To learn not only by a comet's rush But a rose's birth, — not by the grandeur, God — But the comfort, Christ.