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Página 107 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Página 272 - Look at this little chin of mine, Waldo, with the dimple in it. It is but a small part of my person; but though I had a knowledge of all things under the sun, and the wisdom to use it, and the deep loving heart of an angel, it would not stead me through life like this little chin. I can win money with it, I can win love; I can win power with it, I can win fame.
Página 292 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee ; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge ; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God ; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried ; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Página 181 - But we who remain shall grow old, We shall know the cold Of cheerless Winter and the rain of Autumn and the sting Of poverty, of love despised and of disgraces, And mirrors showing stained and ageing faces, And the long ranges of comfortless years And the long gamut of human fears. . . . But, for you, it shall be forever spring, And only you shall be forever fearless, And only you have white, straight, tireless limbs, And only you, where the water-lily swims Shall walk along the pathways, thro
Página 180 - They left the peaceful river, The cricket-field, the quad, The shaven lawns of Oxford, To seek a bloody sod — They gave their merry youth away For country and for God. God rest you, happy gentlemen, Who laid your good lives down, Who took the khaki and the gun Instead of cap and gown. God bring you to a fairer place Than even Oxford town.
Página 187 - Write, blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labours, and their works do follow them.
Página 275 - Where I lie down worn out other men will stand, young and fresh. By the steps that I have cut they will climb; by the stairs that I have built, they will mount. They will never know the name of the man who made them. At the clumsy work they will laugh; when the stones roll they will curse me. But they will mount, and on my work; they will climb and by my stair! They will find her, and through me ! And no man liveth to himself and no man dieth to himself.
Página 306 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the paths Of all the western stars, until I die.