The Vision of Sir Launfal: A Fable for Critics & The Commemoration OdeHoughton, 1900 - 138 pages |
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... manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives ; Its arms outstretched , the druid wood Waits with its PRELUDE TO PART FIRST 5.
... manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives ; Its arms outstretched , the druid wood Waits with its PRELUDE TO PART FIRST 5.
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... heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; - He sings to the wide world , and she to her nest , In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ? Now is the high - tide of the year , And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes ...
... heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; - He sings to the wide world , and she to her nest , In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ? Now is the high - tide of the year , And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes ...
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... heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue , - ' T is the natural way of living : Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake ; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed ...
... heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue , - ' T is the natural way of living : Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake ; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed ...
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... heart ; Only the castle moodily Rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free , And gloomed by itself apart ; The season brimmed all other things up Full as the rain fills the pitcher - plant's cup . As Sir Launfal made morn through the ...
... heart ; Only the castle moodily Rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free , And gloomed by itself apart ; The season brimmed all other things up Full as the rain fills the pitcher - plant's cup . As Sir Launfal made morn through the ...
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... heart outstretches its eager palms , For a god goes with it and makes it store - To the soul that was starving in darkness before . " PRELUDE TO PART SECOND DOWN swept the chill wind from the mountain peak , From the snow five thousand ...
... heart outstretches its eager palms , For a god goes with it and makes it store - To the soul that was starving in darkness before . " PRELUDE TO PART SECOND DOWN swept the chill wind from the mountain peak , From the snow five thousand ...
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Page 8 - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Page 129 - For him her Old World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed, Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by his clear-grained human worth, And brave old wisdom of sincerity!
Page 106 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Page 16 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — • Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Page 100 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Page 138 - Bow down, dear Land, for thou hast found release ! Thy God, in these distempered days, Hath taught thee the sure wisdom of His ways, And through thine enemies hath wrought thy peace ! Bow down in prayer and praise ! No poorest in thy borders but may now Lift to the juster skies a man's enfranchised brow.
Page 74 - I or mere wind through her tripod was blowing; Let his mind once get head in its favorite direction And the torrent of verse bursts the dams of reflection, While, borne with the rush of the metre along, The poet may chance to go right or go wrong, Content with the whirl and delirium of song; Then his grammar's not always correct, nor his rhymes, And he 's prone to repeat his own lyrics sometimes...
Page 6 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays...
Page 64 - em Like tadpoles, o'erjoyed with the mmud -at the bottom. " There is Willis, all natty and jaunty and gay, Who says his best things in so foppish a way, With conceits and pet phrases so thickly o'erlaying 'em, That one hardly knows whether to thank him for saying 'em...
Page 75 - All honor and praise to the righthearted bard Who was true to The Voice when such service was hard, Who himself was so free he dared sing for the slave When to look but a protest in silence was brave...