Poet Lore, Volumen24

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Writer's Center, 1913
 

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Página 428 - Man may be excused for feeling some pride at having risen, though not through his own exertions, to the very summit of the organic scale ; and the fact of his having thus risen, instead of having been aboriginally placed there, may give him hope for a still higher destiny in the distant future. But we are not here concerned with hopes or fears, only with the truth as far as our reason permits us to discover it ; and I have given the evidence to the best of my ability.
Página 61 - The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, — No higher than the soul is high.
Página 108 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, Though women all above: But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiend's; there's hell, there's darkness, There is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie!
Página 9 - O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Página 273 - And Jesus saith unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this day, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice.
Página 61 - I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky, Till at my throat a strangling sob Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb Sent instant tears into my eyes; 0 God, I cried, no dark disguise Can e'er hereafter hide from me Thy radiant identity!
Página 135 - She hath looked well to the paths of her house, and hath not eaten her bread idle.
Página 108 - Come, let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage. When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness.
Página 57 - Had been a dreary one at best, and dim Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.
Página 328 - A poet therefore would do ill to embody his own conceptions of right and wrong, which are usually those of his place and time, in his poetical creations, which participate in neither.

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