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الصفحة 99 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
الصفحة 101 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
الصفحة 100 - And dust is as it should be ; shall I not Feel all I see less dazzling, but more warm ! The bodiless thought ? the spirit of each spot ? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?
الصفحة 99 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart: As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
الصفحة 100 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them...
الصفحة 98 - If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, Make it your cause ; send down, and take my part...
الصفحة 104 - Tum porro puer, ut saevis proiectus ab undis Navita, nudus humi iacet, infans, indigus omni Vitali auxilio, cum primum in luminis oras Nixibus ex alvo matris natura profudit, Vagituque locum lugubri complet, ut aecumst Cui tantum in vita restet transire malorum.
الصفحة 97 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.