In MemoriamUniversity Press, 1901 - 272 páginas |
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Arthur Hallam ARTHUR HENRY HALLAM bells breath bring calm canto Christmas Clevedon cloud CYCLE dark dead death deep divine doubt dream dust earth earthly Edmund Law Lushington Edmund Lushington expression eyes face faith fancy fear feel flower gloom grave grief H. C. Beeching hand happy hath hear heart heaven hills hope hour human intellect James Spedding knowledge leave light Lincolnshire lives Locksley Hall look lords of doom Lycidas Memoriam memory mind moods Muse Nature never night o'er once past peace perfect Petrarch poem poet poet's Prologue Ring rise round seems sense shadow Shakespeare's Sonnet sing sleep Somersby song Sonnet sorrow soul speak spirit spring stanza star sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro touch'd true trust truth unto vaults of Death voice wild wisdom words
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Página 262 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 217 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 26 - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
Página 242 - 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 baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Página 54 - The baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that ' this is I ' : But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of 'I,' and 'me,' And finds ' I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
Página 7 - Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love, and boast, 'Behold the man that loved and lost, But all he was is overworn.
Página 7 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on steppingstones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 117 - The living soul was flash'd on mine, And mine in this was wound, and whirl'd About empyreal heights of thought, And came on that which is, and caught The deep pulsations of the world, y£oniar1 music measuring out The steps of Time — the shocks of Chance — The blows of Death. At length my trance Was cancell'd, stricken thro' with doubt. Vague words ! but ah, how hard to frame In matter-moulded forms of speech, Or ev'n for intellect to reach Thro...
Página 29 - A time to sicken and to swoon, When Science reaches forth her arms To feel from world to world, and charms Her secret from the latest moon?' Behold, ye speak an idle thing: Ye never knew the sacred dust: I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing...
Página 98 - Arrive at last the blessed goal. And He that died in Holy Land Would reach us out the shining hand, And take us as a single soul. What reed was that on which I leant ? Ah, backward fancy, wherefore wake The old bitterness again, and break The low beginnings of content ? LXXXV.