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Adam Ador angel answer bear beauty behold beloved beneath bless breath brow called calm child Chorus clear crown curse dark dead death deep dost doth dread dream drop earth eyes face fair fall fear feet gaze glory God's gods grief grow hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hold holy hope human keep kiss leave lift light lips live look Margret mortals mother nature once pain pale passing pity poet prayed Prometheus rock round scorn sense seraph shine sight silence smile song soul sound speak Spirits stand stars Strength strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne thunder tread trees true turned utter vision voice wail weep wild wind wings Zerah Zeus
Sayfa 328 - SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low, Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so Who art not missed by any that entreat. Speak to me as to Mary at Thy feet — And if no precious gums my hands bestow, Let my tears drop like amber, while I go In reach of Thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection — thus, in sooth, To lose the sense of losing ! As a child, Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore, Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth...
Sayfa 317 - WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream and thought and feeling interwound, And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth and height Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of the sensual ground.
Sayfa 217 - Lucretius — nobler than his mood ! Who dropped his plummet down the broad Deep universe, and said ' No God,
Sayfa 329 - EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds A dulcimer of patience in his hand; Whence harmonies we cannot understand Of God's will in his worlds, the strain unfolds In sad, perplexed minors. Deathly colds Fall on us while we hear and countermand Our sanguine heart back from the fancy-land, With nightingales in visionary wolds. We murmur,—' Where is any certain tune Or measured music, in such notes as these ?'— But angels, leaning from the golden seat, Are not so minded!
Sayfa 51 - For was I not, At that last sunset seen in Paradise, When all the westering clouds flashed out in throngs Of sudden angel-faces, face by face, All hushed and solemn, as a thought of God Held them suspended, — was I not, that hour, The lady of the world, princess of life, Mistress of feast and...
Sayfa 190 - Earth is rocking in space. And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar, And the eddying lightnings flash fire in my face, And the whirlwinds are whirling the dust round and round, And the blasts of the winds universal leap free And blow each upon each with a passion of sound, And sether goes mingling in storm with the sea.
Sayfa 187 - Zeus's winged hound, The strong carnivorous eagle, shall wheel down To meet thee, self-called to a daily feast, And set his fierce beak in thee and tear off The long rags of thy flesh and batten deep Upon thy dusky liver.
Sayfa 144 - I cover with one groan. And where is found me A limit to these sorrows ? And yet what word do I say? I have foreknown Clearly all things that should be; nothing done Comes sudden to my soul; and I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture.
Sayfa 160 - And let me tell you — not as taunting men, But teaching you the intention of my gifts, How, first beholding, they beheld in vain, And hearing, heard not, but, like shapes in dreams, Mixed all things wildly down the tedious time, Nor knew to build a house against the sun With wicketed sides, nor any woodcraft knew, But lived, like silly ants, beneath the ground In hollow caves unsunned.