Dramatis PersonaeChapman and Hall, 1864 - 250 strán (strany) |
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Strana 27
... write . 2 . Too white , for the flower of life is red ; Her flesh was the soft , seraphic screen Of a soul that is meant ( her parents said ) To just see earth , and hardly be seen , And blossom in Heaven instead . 3 . Yet earth saw one ...
... write . 2 . Too white , for the flower of life is red ; Her flesh was the soft , seraphic screen Of a soul that is meant ( her parents said ) To just see earth , and hardly be seen , And blossom in Heaven instead . 3 . Yet earth saw one ...
Strana 91
... Epsilon stand for my own name , I may not write it , but I make a cross To show I wait His coming , with the rest , And leave off here : beginneth Pamphylax . ] I said , " If one should wet his lips A DEATH IN THE DESERT.
... Epsilon stand for my own name , I may not write it , but I make a cross To show I wait His coming , with the rest , And leave off here : beginneth Pamphylax . ] I said , " If one should wet his lips A DEATH IN THE DESERT.
Strana 93
... escaped to Rome , Was burned , and could not write the chronicle . Then the Boy sprang up from his knees , and ran , Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought , And fetched the seventh plate of graven lead Out of A DEATH IN THE DESERT .
... escaped to Rome , Was burned , and could not write the chronicle . Then the Boy sprang up from his knees , and ran , Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought , And fetched the seventh plate of graven lead Out of A DEATH IN THE DESERT .
Strana 97
... write , Nor set down other than the given word , With nothing left to my arbitrament To choose or change : I wrote , and men believed . Then , for my time grew brief , no message more , No call to write again , I found a way , And ...
... write , Nor set down other than the given word , With nothing left to my arbitrament To choose or change : I wrote , and men believed . Then , for my time grew brief , no message more , No call to write again , I found a way , And ...
Strana 117
... write nor speak , but only loved : So , lest the memory of this go quite , Seeing that I to - morrow fight the beasts , I tell the same to Phœbas , whom believe ! For many look again to find that face , Beloved John's to whom I ...
... write nor speak , but only loved : So , lest the memory of this go quite , Seeing that I to - morrow fight the beasts , I tell the same to Phœbas , whom believe ! For many look again to find that face , Beloved John's to whom I ...
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ABT VOGLER Antichrist awhile Bactrian beast believe brain breath brow CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS Cerinthus CHARING CROSS cheat Christ clay dead death Don't fear doubt earth Ephesus eyes face fact fancy fear feel fingers fire flesh fool gain ghost give gold grow hair hand hate hath head hear heard heart Heaven Judge kiss laugh life's lips little voice live look Louis-d'or man's mind mouth NATURAL THEOLOGY neath never nought o'er once pain Patmos play Pornic praise prove raps round Saint Paul sainted Setebos sigh Sludge smile soul speak spirit STAMFORD STREET stars stop suppose sure tell thee There's things Thinketh thou thought to-day touch tricks truth turn twas twixt Valens watch what's whole wonder word worth Xanthus youth
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Strana 150 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Strana 71 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws: that made them, and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Strana 78 - Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast?
Strana 79 - For thence— a paradox Which comforts while it mocks— Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me; A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Strana 73 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard...
Strana 85 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Strana 101 - For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, "And hope and fear, — believe the aged friend, — "Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love, " How love might be, hath been indeed, and is...
Strana 79 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Strana 73 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Strana 86 - Fool ! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall ; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure : What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be : Time's wheel runs back or stops : Potter and clay endure.