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... master's absence showed , Until at last a silence filled my shadow - freighted hold , Unbroken save for beams that creaked as o'er the swells I rolled . Death - still the crowded benches watched the shivering oar bars shake And still as ...
... master's absence showed , Until at last a silence filled my shadow - freighted hold , Unbroken save for beams that creaked as o'er the swells I rolled . Death - still the crowded benches watched the shivering oar bars shake And still as ...
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... masters set them free before the storm ; While centuries have swept the sky my sisters from the deep Have made this soundless port at last their endless watch to keep , From leathern - sheeted galley to the steel - bound sail - less ...
... masters set them free before the storm ; While centuries have swept the sky my sisters from the deep Have made this soundless port at last their endless watch to keep , From leathern - sheeted galley to the steel - bound sail - less ...
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... Master of Shadow is lord , and the Silence nods , The glow of thine eyes , O love , is a flame of rapture , And the sound of thy whisper the music of heavenly places , And the net of thy tresses a silken snare to capture The hearts of ...
... Master of Shadow is lord , and the Silence nods , The glow of thine eyes , O love , is a flame of rapture , And the sound of thy whisper the music of heavenly places , And the net of thy tresses a silken snare to capture The hearts of ...
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... Master of Shadow is throned on the sea , and the Silence nods , I walk with my dead desire in the caves of the sleeping thunder , And mock at the grim - eyed gods . Kenneth Rand . THE SOUL OF LA VERONA . HE sang , this October , 1913 ...
... Master of Shadow is throned on the sea , and the Silence nods , I walk with my dead desire in the caves of the sleeping thunder , And mock at the grim - eyed gods . Kenneth Rand . THE SOUL OF LA VERONA . HE sang , this October , 1913 ...
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... Master . Quite naturally you cannot , as yet , appreciate the conditions which call forth the LIT. man's criticism . You will learn before long , however , that we love to analyze and criticize ourselves , just as does the world outside ...
... Master . Quite naturally you cannot , as yet , appreciate the conditions which call forth the LIT. man's criticism . You will learn before long , however , that we love to analyze and criticize ourselves , just as does the world outside ...
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Side 8 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet —...
Side 8 - Turn but a stone, and start a wing ! *Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces, That miss the many-splendoured thing. But (when so sad thou canst not sadder) Cry ; — and upon thy so sore loss Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
Side 248 - He touched the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay: And now the sun had stretched out all the hills, And now was dropt into the western bay. At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue : To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
Side 42 - Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 334 - For he hath not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted; neither hath he hid his face from him; but when he cried unto him, he heard.
Side 371 - Are we the eagle nation Milton saw Mewing its mighty youth, Soon to possess the mountain winds of truth, And be a swift familiar of the sun Where aye before God's face his trumpets run? Or have we but the talons and the maw, And for the abject likeness of our heart Shall some less lordly bird be set apart? Some gross-billed wader where the swamps are fat? Some gorger in the sun? Some prowler with the bat? IX Ah, no! We have not fallen so. We are our fathers' sons: let those who lead us know!
Side 6 - ... bitterness To him that loved the rose! She looked a little wistfully, Then went her sunshine way: — The sea's eye had a mist on it, And the leaves fell from the day. She went her unremembering way, She went, and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be. She left me marvelling why my soul Was sad that she was glad; At all the sadness in the sweet, The sweetness in the sad. Still, still I seemed to see her, still Look up with soft replies, And take the berries with...
Side 6 - Whose hand holds crownets; playmate swart o' the strong; Tenebrous moon that flux and refluence draws Of the high-tided man; skull-housed asp That stings the heel of kings; true Fount of Youth, Where he that dips is deathless; being's drone-pipe; Whose nostril turns to blight the shrivelled stars, And thicks the lusty breathing of the sun; Pontifical Death, that doth the crevasse bridge To the steep and trifid God; one mortal birth That broker is of immortality. Under this dreadful brother uterine,...
Side 42 - Music [he observed in a characteristic passage] is well said to be the speech of angels ; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the Infinite...
Side 160 - The thought of thee— and in the blue heaven's height, And in the dearest passage of a song. Oh, just beyond the fairest thoughts that throng This breast, the thought of thee waits, hidden yet bright But it must never, never come in sight; I must stop short of thee the whole day long.