Under the Aspens: Lyrical and Dramatic

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K. Paul, Trench, & Company, 1882 - Electronic book - 311 pages
 

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Page 105 - Stern law of every mortal lot ! Which man, proud man, finds hard to bear, And builds himself I know not what Of second life I know not where.
Page 115 - THERE lies betwixt dead Pisa and the sea A haunted forest, with a heart so deep, That none could sit beneath its pines to weep, But it would throb for them mysteriously. Here, in this place I dreamed there met with me The spirit who his part in it doth keep, Albeit his starry orbit now hath sweep As vast as Galileo's, if more free. He drew me on to where the hollow beat Of waves upon a shore seemed to my mind The moan of a remorseful soul, to weet The homicidal Sea, whose passion blind Had slain...
Page 132 - What ails thee, darling, that thou must not take with these thy pleasure ?" "Oh, mother, little mother mine, behind the rest I tarry, For see, how heavy with your tears the pitcher I must carry. " If you had ceased to weep for me, when JESUS went a-maying, I should have been among the blest, with little JESUS playing.
Page 109 - ... singers who uplift In innocent delight a cradle gift — So often found to work them fatal wrong. Judge them not wholly as the tuneless throng, But if within their instrument a rift Be found to mar not music, give it shrift — Song justifies itself, if sweet and strong. Song justifies itself, but they who sing, Raining ethereal music from a height Lonely and pure, grow strong upon the wing, And more and more enamoured of the light ; But faint for any earthly journeying, And fain to seek a lowly...
Page 131 - THE CRUSE OF TEARS. A RUSSIAN LEGEND. THERE went a widow woman from the outskirts of the city, Whose lonely sorrow might have moved the stones she trod to pity. She wandered, weeping through the fields, by God and man forsaken, Still calling on a little child, the reaper Death had taken. When, lo ! upon...
Page 123 - I cannot pierce the clouds which gather chill, I can but lift a voice too faint to fill The darkness, or to cheat my lonely fear. Is the night wearing ? Is the morning near ? Lives any hope of help or comfort still ? • Hath any strength of heart to scale the hill And tell us of the signs which thence appear ? The battle is for ever ; Life and Death, Darkness and Light, and nowhere settled peace, But all who live must breathe unquiet breath, Hunger and agonise, or wholly cease ; And for the hour,...
Page 124 - ... Over the shoulder of the Down we sped, And saw the picture of the world outspread Where Solent winds beyond the purple heath. And sudden, waked as by the salt sea breath, I felt the earth forlorn, because the tread Of one who taught my earliest steps had fled, And he in cold attainder lay of death. Then with my tears a kindling triumph strove, It was such joy to this poor heart of mine To be so shrewdly stung of long lost love ; To know it living by a bleeding sign, And, in the hungry, shaping...
Page 108 - Who make with shining front our victory good? II. Great student of the schools, who grew to be The greater teacher, having wandered wide In lonely strength of purity and pride Through pathless sands, unfruitful as the sea, Now warning words — and one clear act of thee, Bold pioneer who shouldst have been our guide — Affirm the track which wisdom must abide. For man is bond, the beast alone is free. So hast thou sought a larger good, so won Thy way to higher law, that by thy grave, We, thanking...

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