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الصفحة 312 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
الصفحة 384 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
الصفحة 383 - To spend uncounted years of pain, Again, again, and yet again, In working out in heart and brain The problem of our being here ; To gather facts from far and near, Upon the mind to hold them clear, And, knowing more may yet appear, Unto one's latest breath to fear The premature result to draw — Is this the object, end and law, And purpose of our being here ? THE SHADOW*.
الصفحة 367 - On the blanch'd sands a gloom ; Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright seaweed The ebb-tide leaves dry. We will gaze, from the sand-hills, At the white, sleeping town ; At the church on the hill-side — And then come back down. Singing : " There dwells a loved one, But cruel is she ! She left lonely for ever The kings of the sea.
الصفحة 315 - Through busiest street and loneliest glen Are felt the flashes of his pen : He rules mid winter snows, and when Bees fill their hives : Deep in the general heart of men His power survives.
الصفحة 367 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door ; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar.
الصفحة 373 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
الصفحة 336 - More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the East.