Shelburne Essays, Volumen4G. P. Putnam's sons, 1906 - 283 páginas |
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... feeling in Cornwall during the trial of the bishops . It has since been discovered that Hawker himself was partly mis- taken , and that the refrain alludes to an earlier Trelawny than the persecuted Churchman ; but that is small matter ...
... feeling in Cornwall during the trial of the bishops . It has since been discovered that Hawker himself was partly mis- taken , and that the refrain alludes to an earlier Trelawny than the persecuted Churchman ; but that is small matter ...
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... feels his powers caught in some spell of impotence , who knows there are great things to do and great labourers starting for the field , while he lingers behind in a lesser duty and a lonelier dream . But his worst fear was baseless : I ...
... feels his powers caught in some spell of impotence , who knows there are great things to do and great labourers starting for the field , while he lingers behind in a lesser duty and a lonelier dream . But his worst fear was baseless : I ...
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... feels he cannot die , And knows himself no vision to himself , Nor the high God a vision , nor that One Who rose again : ye have seen what ye have seen . Is it not plain that we are here rapt from this earth into the land of the spirit ...
... feels he cannot die , And knows himself no vision to himself , Nor the high God a vision , nor that One Who rose again : ye have seen what ye have seen . Is it not plain that we are here rapt from this earth into the land of the spirit ...
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... feel more at home in these passing but very tangible moods of religion than in the ethereal vision of Tennyson , whose truth corre- sponds to no realities of outer life . And if Hawker's language lacks the pure and essential beauty of ...
... feel more at home in these passing but very tangible moods of religion than in the ethereal vision of Tennyson , whose truth corre- sponds to no realities of outer life . And if Hawker's language lacks the pure and essential beauty of ...
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... feel remorse in conceal- ment ; but who must this friend be ? To make choice of one in whom I can but half rely , would be to frustrate entirely the intention of my plan . The only one I could wholly , totally confide in , lives in the ...
... feel remorse in conceal- ment ; but who must this friend be ? To make choice of one in whom I can but half rely , would be to frustrate entirely the intention of my plan . The only one I could wholly , totally confide in , lives in the ...
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Página 227 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistening with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 98 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Página 180 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 180 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. 242 For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Página 97 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain...
Página 193 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Página 207 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter thro...
Página 191 - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death.
Página 100 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...