Men and Women and SordellaHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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Page 49
... reach the gulf wherein youth drops , One inch from our life's safe hem ! 23 . With me , youth led - I will speak now , No longer watch you as you sit Reading by fire - light , that great brow And the spirit - small hand propping it my ...
... reach the gulf wherein youth drops , One inch from our life's safe hem ! 23 . With me , youth led - I will speak now , No longer watch you as you sit Reading by fire - light , that great brow And the spirit - small hand propping it my ...
Page 58
... reach its place . When should I look for thee and feel thee gone ? When cry for the old comfort and find none ? Never , I know ! Thy soul is in thy face . 8 . Oh , I should fade - ' tis willed so ! might I save , Gladly I would ...
... reach its place . When should I look for thee and feel thee gone ? When cry for the old comfort and find none ? Never , I know ! Thy soul is in thy face . 8 . Oh , I should fade - ' tis willed so ! might I save , Gladly I would ...
Page 66
... reach Jerusalem , Since this poor covert where I pass the night , This Bethany , lies scarce the distance thence A man with plague - sores at the third degree Runs till he drops down dead . Thou laughest here ! ' Sooth , it elates me ...
... reach Jerusalem , Since this poor covert where I pass the night , This Bethany , lies scarce the distance thence A man with plague - sores at the third degree Runs till he drops down dead . Thou laughest here ! ' Sooth , it elates me ...
Page 67
... reach Jerusalem at morn , There set in order my experiences , - Gather what most deserves and give thee all Or I might add , Judea's gum - tragacanth Scales off in purer flakes , shines clearer - grained , Cracks ' twixt the pestle and ...
... reach Jerusalem at morn , There set in order my experiences , - Gather what most deserves and give thee all Or I might add , Judea's gum - tragacanth Scales off in purer flakes , shines clearer - grained , Cracks ' twixt the pestle and ...
Page 78
... each Of the veils I reach To her soul and never swerve , Knitting an iron nerve- 11 . Commanding that to advance And inform the shape Which has made escape And before my countenance Answers me glance for glance - 78 " MESMERISM .
... each Of the veils I reach To her soul and never swerve , Knitting an iron nerve- 11 . Commanding that to advance And inform the shape Which has made escape And before my countenance Answers me glance for glance - 78 " MESMERISM .
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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.