Men and Women and SordellaHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... Never was ! Such a carpet as , this summer - time , o'erspreads And embeds Every vestige of the city , guessed alone , Stock or stone 6 . Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago ; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up ...
... Never was ! Such a carpet as , this summer - time , o'erspreads And embeds Every vestige of the city , guessed alone , Stock or stone 6 . Where a multitude of men breathed joy and woe Long ago ; Lust of glory pricked their hearts up ...
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... never a pin . By and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills , lets blood , draws teeth ; Or the Pulcinello - trumpet breaks up the market beneath . At the post - office such a scene - picture — the new play . piping hot ! And a ...
... never a pin . By and by there's the travelling doctor gives pills , lets blood , draws teeth ; Or the Pulcinello - trumpet breaks up the market beneath . At the post - office such a scene - picture — the new play . piping hot ! And a ...
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... Never pry Lest we lose our Edens . Eve and I ! 6 . Be a god and hold me With a charm · - Be a man and fold me With thine arm ! 7 . Teach me , only teach , Love ! As I ought I will speak thy speech , Love , Think thy thought - 8 ...
... Never pry Lest we lose our Edens . Eve and I ! 6 . Be a god and hold me With a charm · - Be a man and fold me With thine arm ! 7 . Teach me , only teach , Love ! As I ought I will speak thy speech , Love , Think thy thought - 8 ...
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... Never was such prompt disemburdening . First , every sort of monk , the black and white , -- I drew them , fat and lean : then , folks at church , From good old gossips waiting to confess Their cribs of barrel - droppings , candle ...
... Never was such prompt disemburdening . First , every sort of monk , the black and white , -- I drew them , fat and lean : then , folks at church , From good old gossips waiting to confess Their cribs of barrel - droppings , candle ...
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... never mind the legs and arms ! Rub all out , try at it a second time . Oh , that white smallish female with the breasts , She's just my niece ... Herodias , I would say , Who went and danced and got men's heads cut off - Have it all out ...
... never mind the legs and arms ! Rub all out , try at it a second time . Oh , that white smallish female with the breasts , She's just my niece ... Herodias , I would say , Who went and danced and got men's heads cut off - Have it all out ...
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Page 282 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for ! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead ! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee ; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever : a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee ! See the Christ stand ! " XIX I know not too well how I found my way home in the night.
Page 53 - Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away! How a sound shall quicken content to bliss, Or a breath suspend the blood's best play, And life be a proof of this!
Page 334 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Page 102 - Which, while I forded, — good saints, how I feared To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek, Each step, or feel the spear I thrust to seek For hollows, tangled in his hair ,or beard ! — It may have been a water-rat I speared, But, ugh ! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
Page 264 - And I paused, held my breath in such silence, and listened apart; And the tent shook, for mighty Saul shuddered: and sparkles 'gan dart From the jewels that woke in his turban, at once with a start, All its lordly male-sapphires, and rubies courageous at heart. So the head: but the body still moved not, still hung there erect.
Page 330 - Self-gathered for an outbreak, as it ought, Chafes in the censer. Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop; Seek we sepulture On a tall mountain, citied to the top, Crowded with culture!
Page 87 - ALL that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
Page 15 - I have lived (I shall say) so much since then, Given up myself so many times, Gained me the gains of various men, Ransacked the ages, spoiled the climes ; Yet one thing, one, in my soul's full scope, Either I missed or itself missed me...
Page 343 - Bafael made a century of sonnets, Made and wrote them in a certain volume Dinted with the silver-pointed pencil Else he only used to draw Madonnas : These, the world might view — but One, the volume. Who that one, you ask ? Your heart instructs you.
Page 152 - Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul, Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps ! We look on helplessly.