Voices of Doubt and TrustBrentano's, 1897 - 215 páginas |
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... Silence ? Hath even a whisper come Of the secret , Whence and Whither ? Alas ! for the gods are dumb . Shall I list to the words of the English , who come from the uttermost sea ? " The Secret , hath it been told you , and what is your ...
... Silence ? Hath even a whisper come Of the secret , Whence and Whither ? Alas ! for the gods are dumb . Shall I list to the words of the English , who come from the uttermost sea ? " The Secret , hath it been told you , and what is your ...
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... rolling world ? The wind that shall scatter my ashes , and bear me to silence and sleep With the dirge , and the sounds of lamenting , and voices of women who weep ? SIR ALFRED LYALL 66 THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT " O BROTHERS of 21.
... rolling world ? The wind that shall scatter my ashes , and bear me to silence and sleep With the dirge , and the sounds of lamenting , and voices of women who weep ? SIR ALFRED LYALL 66 THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT " O BROTHERS of 21.
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... silence will never speak again the broken words of grief . Hearts of dust do not break . The dead do not weep . the tomb no veiled and weeping sorrow sits . Within And in the rayless gloom is crouched no shuddering fear . I had rather ...
... silence will never speak again the broken words of grief . Hearts of dust do not break . The dead do not weep . the tomb no veiled and weeping sorrow sits . Within And in the rayless gloom is crouched no shuddering fear . I had rather ...
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... silent sky . Hard , biting frost ; firm , sparkling snow ; dark , weather - beaten , ice - bound crags rise from beneath the snow . Two colossi , two giants , rise from the horizon on either side - the Jungfrau and the Finsteraarhorn ...
... silent sky . Hard , biting frost ; firm , sparkling snow ; dark , weather - beaten , ice - bound crags rise from beneath the snow . Two colossi , two giants , rise from the horizon on either side - the Jungfrau and the Finsteraarhorn ...
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... silent earth . IVAN TURGENEV Poems in prose IF THIS WERE FAITH OD , if this were enough , Go That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire ; That I ask nor hope nor hire , From " Poems and Ballads . " Copyright 1895 ...
... silent earth . IVAN TURGENEV Poems in prose IF THIS WERE FAITH OD , if this were enough , Go That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire ; That I ask nor hope nor hire , From " Poems and Ballads . " Copyright 1895 ...
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aught Authors and Titles beauty believe bless breath cloud Copyright 1887 creed dark DAVID ATWOOD WASSON death deep desire divine doth doubt dream dumb dust earth eternal EUGENE LEE-HAMILTON Evarra Evelyn Hope evil eyes face faith fear feel feet Finsteraarhorn flowers forever FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER future GEORGE Gods grave grief hand hath hear heart HENRY Houghton human immortal JAMES JOHN MORLEY Josiah Royce land leaves life's light lips live look Lord man's MATTHEW ARNOLD Mifflin mind MINOT JUDSON SAVAGE moral nature never night o'er ocean pain pass peace pray prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON rest RICHARD REALF shadow shore silence sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY thou art thought tides to-night trust truth veil voice Walt Whitman weary whence WILLIAM wind wonder words
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Página 45 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 200 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 71 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 162 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 116 - Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 163 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 191 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 208 - These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned ; And the same power that reared the shrine Bestrode the tribes that knelt within.
Página 190 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 154 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...