The works of George Sand [tr.] by M. M. Hays [and others]. |
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Página 334 - TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny Thy woman's nature with a manly scorn, And break away the gauds and armlets worn By weaker women in captivity ? Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn ! — Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn, Floats back dishevelled strength in agony, Disproving thy man's name ! and while before The world thou burnest in a poet-fire, We see thy woman-heart beat evermore Through the large flame.
Página 333 - A DESIRE. THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance, And answers roar for roar, as spirits can : I would some mild miraculous thunder ran Above the applauded circus, in appliance Of thine own nobler nature's strength and science, — Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan, From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place With holier light ! That thou to woman's claim, And man's...
Página 333 - DESIRE. THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance And answers roar for roar, as spirits can : I would some mild miraculous thunder ran Above the applauded circus, in appliance Of thine own nobler nature's strength and science, Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan, From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place With holier light ! that thou to woman's claim And man's, mightst join beside the angel's...
Página 334 - ... and armlets worn By weaker women in captivity ? Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn, — Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn Floats back dishevelled strength in agony, Disproving thy man's name : and while before The world thou burnest in a poet-fire, We see thy woman-heart beat evermore Through the large flame. Beat purer, heart, and higher, Till God unsex thee on the heavenly shore Where unincarnate spirits purely aspire ! THE PRISONER.
Página 333 - And answers roar for roar, as spirits can : I would some mild miraculous thunder ran Above the applauded circus, in appliance Of thine own nobler nature's strength and science, — Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan, From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place With holier light ! That thou to woman's claim, And man's, might join beside the angel's grace Of a pure genius sanctified from blame ; Till child and maiden pressed to thine embrace, To kiss upon thy lips a stainless fame.
Página 1 - Sand's bitterest griefs) — how many young men have we not saluted at the commencement of their career, glowing with enthusiasm and the poetry of great enterprises, whom we see to-day, dragging themselves along, precocious old men, with the wrinkles of cold calculation on their brow, calling themselves free from illusion, when they are only disheartened, and practical, when they are only common-p'ace ! And how many amongst them might not have been saved, if, instead of saying to them, "Be happy...
Página 213 - Everard'a between the eyebrows with those perpendicular wrinkles which belong exclusively, says Lavater, to those of high capacity who think justly and nobly. The stiff and rigid inclination of the profile, the angular narrowness of the visage, doubtless agree with the inflexible probity, the hermit-like austerity, and the incessant toil of thoughts ardent and vast as heaven. But the smile which comes suddenly to humanise this countenance changes my terror into confidence, my respect into adoration.
Página 234 - I should forgive them many faults, as was done to Magdalen if they had loved much. But those whose intent is cold and haughty, those lofty men who build for their own glory and not for our happiness, those legislators who...
Página 1 - He has no faith to guide his steps : the men around him have no faith. His imprudent mother has murmured in his ear, with a kiss : Be happy! His father has said to him : Be rich ! Rich and happy ! Why should he not be so ? Why should he be self-devoted to unhappiness for a world incapable of appreciating or understanding his sacrifice ? This is the commencement of his temptation. If he yield to it, he becomes either a misanthrope or...
Página 252 - It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; Nor for princes to say, Where is strong drink?