London Society, Volume 72

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William Clowes and Sons, 1897
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Page 379 - Smoothed itself out, a long-cramped scroll Freshening and fluttering in the wind. Past hopes already lay behind. What need to strive with a life awry? Had I said that, had I done this, So might I gain, so might I miss.
Page 291 - When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan Arose to Heaven in her appeal from man, His was the thunder, his the avenging rod, The wrath — the delegated voice of God ! Which shook the nations through his lips, and blazed Till vanquished senates trembled as they praised...
Page 289 - Was this, then, the fate of that high-gifted man, The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall, The orator — dramatist — minstrel, — who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all ! ' Whose mind was an essence, compounded with art From the finest and best of all other men's powers — Who ruled, like a wizard, the world of the heart, And could call up its sunshine, or bring down its showers...
Page 288 - When all of Genius which can perish dies. A mighty Spirit is eclipsed — a Power Hath pass'd from day to darkness — to whose hour Of light no likeness is bequeath'd — no name, Focus at once of all the rays of Fame...
Page 297 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 391 - Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired, — been happy.
Page 288 - Survive within our souls — whije lives our sense Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence, Long shall we seek his likeness — long in vain, And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die — in moulding Sheridan ! NOTES.
Page 390 - O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red, All things through thee take nobler form And look beyond the earth, The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair ; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair.
Page 296 - HELEN'S TOWER ( Written at the request of the Marquis of Duffcrin) Who hears of Helen's Tower, may dream perchance How the Greek beauty from the Scaean gate Gazed on old friends unanimous in hate, Death-doom'd because of her fair countenance. Hearts would leap otherwise at thy advance, Lady, to whom this tower is consecrate ! Like hers, thy face once made all eyes elate, Yet, unlike hers, was bless'd by every glance.
Page 291 - Strong sense, deep feeling, passions strong, A hate of tyrant and of knave, A love of right, a scorn of wrong, Of coward and of slave; A kind, true heart, a spirit high, That could not fear and would not bow. Were written in his manly eye And on his manly brow.

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