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Page 141 - WHOE'ER she be — That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me ; Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny ; Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine ; Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd my absent kisses.
Page 96 - Blends all together; then distinctly trips From this to that; then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art; sometimes as if in doubt Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...
Page xxv - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Page 219 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day And by thy thirsts of love, more large than they; By all thy...
Page 45 - Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight Hath met Love's noon in Nature's night; Come, lift we up our loftier song And wake the sun that lies too long.
Page xxv - Rather than thus our wills too strong for it. His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might Be wrong ; his life, I'm sure, was in the right...
Page 155 - Keep the free heart from its own hands! So when the year takes cold, we see Poor waters their own prisoners be, Fetter'd, and lock'd up fast they lie In a sad self-captivity; Th' astonish'd Nymphs their floods' strange fate deplore, To see themselves their own severer shore.
Page 144 - Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow : Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Life, that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.