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Page 140 - was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The Winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the wild Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Page 140 - And the well-balanc't world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep. Ring out, ye Crystall Sphears. Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so); And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the
Page 141 - deep Organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th' Angelike symphony. For if such holy Song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckl'd vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould— And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her
Page 140 - and shield were high up hung; Unstained -with hostile blood, The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sate still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. But
Page 141 - Sphears. Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so); And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the Bass of
Page 2 - of the moon Runs on the lapping sand Out to the longest shadows. Under the curving willows, And round the creep of the wave line, Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night.
Page 253 - And pries wide my mouth with fast music. The man who fears war and squats opposing My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson, But is fit only to rot in womanish peace. Papiol, Papiol, to the music: May God damn forever all who cry, "Peace
Page 140 - sate still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. But peacefull was the night Wherein the Prince of light His
Page 2 - MONOTONE The monotone of the rain is beautiful, And the sudden rise and slow relapse Of the long multitudinous rain. The sun on the hills is beautiful, Or a captured sunset sea-flung, Bannered with fire and gold. A face I know is beautiful— With fire and gold of sky and sea, And the peace of long warm rain.
Page 254 - FRANCESCA You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands. Now you will come out of a confusion of people. Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I, who have seen you amid the primal things, Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. And