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Página 147 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Página 147 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a, weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke...
Página 147 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height ; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts...
Página 350 - O my God, my God, O supreme Artist, who, as sole return For all the cosmic wonder of thy work, Demandest of us just a word ... a name, " My Father ! " thou hast knowledge, only thou, How dreary 'tis for women to sit still On winter nights, by solitary fires, And hear the nations praising them far off...
Página 350 - tis for women to sit still On winter nights, by solitary fires, And hear the nations praising them far off, Too far ! ay, praising our quick sense of love, Our very heart of passionate womanhood, Which could not beat so in the verse, without Being present also in the unkissed lips, And eyes undried, because there's none to ask The reason they grew moist.
Página 144 - Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro
Página 191 - tis sweet to live. Let no one ask me how it came to pass; It seems that I am happy, that to me A livelier emerald twinkles in the grass, A purer sapphire melts into the sea.
Página 188 - Galahad, thou shalt have thy request; and when thou askest the death of thy body thou shalt have it, and then shalt thou find the life of the soul.