Poetical Works, Volume 1

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Smith, Elder & Company, 1871
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Page 76 - A poor man served by thee, shall make thee rich, A sick man helped by thee, shall make thee strong ; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
Page 80 - Shall open on a hinge of harmony And let you through to mercy. Ye shall fall No more, within that Eden, nor pass out Any more from it. In which hope, move on, First sinners and first mourners ! Live and love, — Doing both nobly because lowlily...
Page 22 - Into her face, and crown my discrowned brow Out of her love, and put the thought of her Around me, for an Eden full of birds, And lift her body up — thus — to my heart, And with my lips upon her lips, — thus, thus, — Do quicken and sublimate my mortal breath Which cannot climb against the grave's steep sides But overtops this grief!
Page 187 - Zeus's winged hound, The strong carnivorous eagle, shall wheel down To meet thee, self-called to a daily feast, And set his fierce beak in thee and tear off The long rags of thy flesh and batten deep Upon thy dusky liver.
Page 159 - How, first beholding, they beheld in vain, And hearing, heard not, but, like shapes in dreams, Mixed all things wildly down the tedious time...
Page 55 - A lion couched, — part raised upon his paws, With his calm, massive face turned full on thine, And his mane listening. When the ended curse Left silence in the world, — right suddenly He sprang up rampant, and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, — and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) — And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast, keen echoes crumbling...
Page 197 - Weep no more in the woods, Cytherea, thy lover! So, well: make a place for his corse in thy bed, With the purples thou sleepest in, under and over. He's fair though a corse — a fair corse, like a sleeper. Lay him soft in the silks he had pleasure to fold When, beside thee at night, holy dreams deep and deeper Enclosed his young life on the couch made of gold. Love him still, poor Adonis; cast on him together The crowns and the flowers: since he died from the place, Why, let all die with him; let...
Page 145 - Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound, To have sight of my pangs or some guerdon obtain. Lo, a god in the anguish, a god in the chain ! The god, Zeus hateth sore And his gods hate again, As many as tread on his glorified floor, Because I loved mortals too much evermore. Alas me ! what a murmur and motion I hear, As of hirds flying near!
Page 144 - King of the happy ones sublime Has flung the chain he forged, has shamed and bound me ! Woe, woe ! to-day's woe and the coming morrow's I cover with one groan. And where is found me A limit to these sorrows ? And yet what word do I say ? I have foreknown Clearly all things that should be ; nothing done Comes sudden to my soul ; and I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
Page 240 - LIFE treads on life, and heart on heart ; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart : And I was 'ware of walking down That same green forest where had gone The poet-pilgrim.

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