Realms of Day

Nisbet, 1915 - 309 頁

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第 307 頁 - WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is led forward by thee into everwidening thought and action — Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country...
第 205 頁 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live : Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! O pure of heart!
第 148 頁 - And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
第 126 頁 - When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
第 164 頁 - Chorus Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer, in deadly black, with hoarse note, curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant, he calls free, lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that Virginity that wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is Holy.
第 192 頁 - LIGHT, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the centre of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
第 120 頁 - So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high, Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight, Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield, Such ruin intercept : Ten paces huge He back...
第 252 頁 - As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have...
第 84 頁 - And death shall be the last embrace of her Who takes the life she gave, even as a mother, Folding her child, says,
第 70 頁 - And sweete contentment, that it doth bereave Their soul of sense, through infinite delight, And them transport from flesh into the spright.