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Seite 78 - of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye
Seite 128 - from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade ? O the wild charge they made ! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made ! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred
Seite 118 - THE FORSAKEN MERMAN Come, dear children, let us away ; Down and away below ! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow ; Now the wild white horses play,' Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away ! This way, this way ! C.
Seite 78 - at one that nods and winks behind a slowlydying fire. Vet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Tho' the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a
Seite 194 - were the crop : What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop ? ' Dust and ashes !' So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old. R. Browning
Seite 83 - To veer, how vain ! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness too, Through winds and tides one compass guides— To that, and your own selves, be true. On your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last: But O blithe breeze ! and O great seas, Though ne'er, that earliest
Seite 122 - of bright seaweed Up the creeks we will hie, 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.
Seite 182 - was, is, and shall be : Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure. He fix'd thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance, This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest: Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent, Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impress'd.