Pleasure: a Holiday Book of Prose and Verse ...

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James Hain Friswell
H.S. King & Company, 1871 - English fiction - 124 pages
 

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Page 43 - He that saith he is in the light, and hateth his brother, is in darkness even until now. He that loveth his brother abideth in the light, and there is none occasion of stumbling in him.
Page 48 - ... seafarers of love Strain their wind-wearied eyes for glimpses of, Shoots keen through February's grey frost and damp The lamplike star of Hero for a lamp; The star that Marlowe sang into our skies With mouth of gold, and morning in his eyes; And in clear March across the rough blue sea The signal sapphire of Alcyone...
Page 46 - Love, that if once his own hands make his grave The whole world's pity and sorrow shall not save; Love that for very life shall not be sold, Nor bought nor bound with iron nor with gold; So strong that heaven, could love bid heaven farewell, Would turn to fruitless and unflowering hell; So sweet that hell, to hell could love be given, Would turn to splendid and sonorous heaven...
Page 51 - Wide as the stretch of life's time-wandering wings, Wide as the naked world and shadowless, And long-lived as the world's own weariness. Us too, when all the fires of time are cold, The heights shall hide us and the depths shall hold. Us too, when all the tears of time are dry, The night shall lighten from her tearless eye. Blind is the day and eyeless all its light, But the large unbewildered eye of night Hath sense and speculation ; and the sheer Limitless length of lifeless life and clear, The...
Page 47 - Made for all these their sweet particular air To shine in, their own beams and names to bear, Their ways to wander and their wards to keep, Till story and song and glory and all things sleep ? Hath he not plucked from death of lovers dead Their musical soft memories, and kept red The rose of their remembrance in men's eyes...
Page 48 - Iseult, a light of blossom and beam and shower, My Singing sign that makes the song-tree flower ; Next like a pale and burning pearl beyond The rose-white sphere of flower-named Rosamond Signs the sweet head of Maytime ; and for June Flares like an angered and storm-reddening moon Her signal sphere, whose Carthaginian pyre Shadowed her traitor's flying sail with fire ; Next, glittering as the wine-bright jacinth-stone...
Page 43 - He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God and God in him.
Page 47 - ... flowers With summer fire and heat of lamping song, And bid the short-lived things, long dead, live long, And thought remake their wan funereal fames, And the sweet shining signs of women's names That mark the months out and the weeks anew He moves in changeless change of seasons through To fill the...
Page 49 - The pale bright autumn's amber-coloured sphere, That through September sees the saddening year As love sees change through sorrow, hath to name Francesca's ; and the star that watches flame The embers of the harvest overgone Is Thisbe's, slain of love in Babylon, Set in the golden girdle of sweet signs A blood-bright ruby ; last save one light shines An eastern wonder of sphery chrysopras, The star that made men mad, Angelica's ; And latest named and lordliest, with a sound Of swords and harps in...
Page 46 - And ebb and flow of dying death and life; Love, that sounds loud or light in all men's ears, Whence all men's eyes take fire from sparks of tears, That binds on all men's feet or chains or wings; Love, that is root and fruit of terrene things; Love, that the whole world's waters shall not drown, The whole world's fiery forces not burn down; Love, that what time his own hands guard his head The whole world's wrath and strength shall not strike dead; Love, that if once his own hands make his grave...

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