Sohrab and Rustum: With Other Poems

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Ginn, 1906 - English poetry - 107 pages
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Page 53 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. 5
Page 54 - 5 Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor
Page 54 - certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. THE LAST WORD CREEP into thy narrow bed,
Page 58 - Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them Yield them love, amusement, sympathy. "And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon-silvered roll; For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting All the fever of some differing soul. "Bounded by themselves, and unregardful
Page 53 - DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 37 - From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers, But we stood without in the cold blowing airs. We climbed on the graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear:
Page 81 - Why faintest thou? I wandered till I died. Roam on ! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside. MEMORIAL VERSES APRIL, 1850 GOETHE in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death
Page 37 - Come!" I said; and we rose through the surf in the bay. We went up the beach, by the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-walled town; Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still, To the little gray church on the windy hill.
Page 37 - In the little gray church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world — ah me! And I lose my poor soul, merman! here with thee." I said, "Go up, dear heart, through the waves; Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves!
Page 37 - And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell. She sighed, she looked up through the clear green sea; She said, " I must go, for my kinsfolk pray

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