Poems, المجلد 3J. Miller, 1862 |
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الصفحة 37 - And view the ground's most gentle dimplement, (As if God's finger touched but did not press In making England !) such an up and down Of verdure, — nothing too much up or down, A ripple of land ; such little hills, the sky Can stoop to tenderly...
الصفحة 4 - Women know The way to rear up children (to be just) ; They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words ; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles...
الصفحة 396 - A NATION. PROLOGUE. I HEARD an angel speak last night, And he said, ' Write ! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it over the Western Sea.' I faltered, taking up the word : ' Not so, my lord ! If curses must be, choose another To send thy curse against my brother. ' For I am bound by gratitude, By love and blood, To brothers of mine across the sea, Who stretch out kindly hands to me.
الصفحة 39 - And see! is God not with us on the earth ? And shall we put Him down by aught we do? Who says there's nothing for the poor and vile Save poverty and wickedness ? behold ! ' And ankle-deep in English grass I leaped And clapped my hands, and called all very fair.
الصفحة 164 - An age of scum, spooned off the richer past, An age of patches for old gaberdines, An age of mere transition, meaning nought Except that what succeeds must shame it quite If God please. That's wrong thinking, to my mind, And wrong thoughts make poor poems. Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
الصفحة 380 - Bring me the clasps of diamond, lucid, clear of the mote, Clasp me the large at the waist, and clasp me the small at the throat. "Diamonds to fasten the hair, and diamonds to fasten the sleeves, Laces to drop from their rays, like a powder of snow from the eaves.
الصفحة 23 - The hills are crumpled plains, the plains parterres, The trees, round, woolly, ready to be clipped, And if you seek for any wilderness You find, at best, a park. A nature tamed And grown domestic like a barn-door fowl, Which does not awe you with its claws and beak, Nor tempt you to an eyrie too high up, But which, in cackling, sets you thinking of Your eggs to-morrow at breakfast, in the pause Of finer meditation. Rather say, A sweet familiar nature, stealing in As a dog might, or child, to touch...
الصفحة 16 - What navigable river joins itself To Lara, and what census of the year five Was taken at Klagenfurt, because she liked A general insight into useful facts. I learnt much music, such as would have been As quite impossible in Johnson's day As still it might be wished, fine sleights of hand And unimagined fingering, shuffling off The hearer's soul through hurricanes of notes To a noisy Tophet ; and I drew . . . costumes From French engravings, nereids neatly draped (With smirks of simmering godship).
الصفحة 303 - ... gathered as a grain of sand To enlarge the sum of human action used For carrying out God's end. No creature works So ill, observe, that therefore he's cashiered. The honest earnest man must stand and work, The woman also : otherwise she drops At once below the dignity of man, Accepting serfdom. Free men freely work. Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
الصفحة 304 - Twill employ Seven men, they say, to make a perfect pin : Who makes the head, content to miss the point, — Who makes the point, agreed to leave the join : And if a man should cry, ' I want a pin, And I must make it straightway, head and point,' — His wisdom is not worth the pin he wants.