Shelburne Essays: 5th seriesPutnam, 1908 - 261 sider |
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Side 4
... rest thy relaxed limbs from painful weari- ness ; since here also , as thou listenest to the cicalas ' tune , the stone - pine trembling in the wafts of the west wind will lull thee , and the shepherd on the mountains piping at noon ...
... rest thy relaxed limbs from painful weari- ness ; since here also , as thou listenest to the cicalas ' tune , the stone - pine trembling in the wafts of the west wind will lull thee , and the shepherd on the mountains piping at noon ...
Side 8
... rest on the way to wearied men ; and the fountain wells forth cold stainless water ; or this , perhaps the most radiant of all the pictures in the Anthology : This is the Cyprian's ground , since it was her pleasure ever to look from ...
... rest on the way to wearied men ; and the fountain wells forth cold stainless water ; or this , perhaps the most radiant of all the pictures in the Anthology : This is the Cyprian's ground , since it was her pleasure ever to look from ...
Side 18
... rest , Still are thy pleasant voices , thy nightingales , awake ; For Death , he taketh all away , but them he cannot take- it is not only this , but a feeling of friendliness with the world at large pervades almost the whole Anthology ...
... rest , Still are thy pleasant voices , thy nightingales , awake ; For Death , he taketh all away , but them he cannot take- it is not only this , but a feeling of friendliness with the world at large pervades almost the whole Anthology ...
Side 20
... rest of Hermes to those " whose knees are tired with heavy toil , " the temptation is strong to compare it with the words of Jesus , " Come unto me , all ye that labour and are heavy laden . " But the similarity , it need not be said ...
... rest of Hermes to those " whose knees are tired with heavy toil , " the temptation is strong to compare it with the words of Jesus , " Come unto me , all ye that labour and are heavy laden . " But the similarity , it need not be said ...
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... rest . The passage from Thackeray may be common- place in thought and a little over - sweet in senti- ment , but the language has an unmistakable charm ; whereas it seems to me that any one who is not conscious of something discordant ...
... rest . The passage from Thackeray may be common- place in thought and a little over - sweet in senti- ment , but the language has an unmistakable charm ; whereas it seems to me that any one who is not conscious of something discordant ...
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Side 253 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Side 18 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...
Side 252 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Side 261 - Nature seem'd in love ; The lusty sap began to move ; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill...
Side 147 - CHAUCER. AN old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
Side 240 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown?
Side 96 - FAIR flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye...
Side 148 - ... chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk. He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every...
Side 142 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love, I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted...
Side 146 - We thought of wrecks upon the main, Of ships dismasted that were hailed And sent no answer back again.