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Page 450 - is but seed Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. MAUD. I. 1.
Page 184 - hath yet his honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
Page 441 - are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, For though my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell. And dream my dream, and hold it true
Page 92 - SONG. 1. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep
Page 92 - skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And through the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 2. Why are we weighed upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness ? Ah
Page 63 - Yet not for power, (power of herself Would come uncalled for,) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear ; And because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence/ " Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die, Again she said
Page 79 - Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. But sickening of a vague disease, You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de
Page 355 - v. I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel, For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Page 181 - Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Through all the circle of the golden year ? " Thus far he flowed, and ended ; whereupon " Ah, folly ! " in mimic cadence answered James—• " Ah, folly ! for it lies so far away,
Page 83 - ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year : So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o

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