Nigel Bartrum's Ideal: A NovelF. Warne, 1870 - 368 sider |
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Side 300 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my State with kings.
Side 256 - I would I could adopt your will,| See with your eyes, and set my heart Beating by yours, and drink my fill At your soul's springs, — your part, my part In life, for good and ill.
Side 355 - Think, when our one soul understands The great Word which makes all things new, When earth breaks up and heaven expands, How will the change strike me and you In the house not made with hands?
Side 213 - O purblind race of miserable men, How many" among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ourselves, By taking true for false, or false for true ; Here, thro...
Side 98 - WOMAN'S QUESTION. BEFORE I trust my Fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Colour and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul tonight for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret : Is there one link within the Past, That holds thy spirit yet? Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee ? Does there within thy dimmest dreams A possible future shine, Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe, Untouched,...
Side 91 - To-day's brief passion limits their range; It seethes with the morrow for us, and more. They are perfect — how else? they shall never change: We are faulty — why not? we have time in store. The Artificer's hand is not arrested With us; we are rough-hewn, nowise polished: They stand for our copy, and, once invested With all they can teach, we shall see them abolished.
Side 241 - In life, whose course will then be run ; Or wilt thou be where there is none ? I know not, I will do my duty.
Side 199 - MIRAGE. The hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silenced harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream's sake.