The BibelotThomas Bird Mosher Thomas B. Mosher, 1898 |
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Sayfa 114 - And yet— she has not spoke so long What if heaven be that, fair and strong At life's best, with our eyes upturned Whither life's flower is first discerned, We, fixed so, ever should so abide ? What if we still ride on, we two With life for ever old yet new, Changed not in kind but in degree, The instant made eternity, — And heaven just prove that I and she Ride, ride together, for ever ride?
Sayfa 96 - Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine. Their works drop groundward, but themselves, I know, Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me, Enter and take their place there sure enough, Though they come back and cannot tell the world. My works are nearer heaven, but I sit here.
Sayfa 97 - Lord, it's fast holding by the rings in front — Those great rings serve more purposes than just To plant a flag in, or tie up a horse!
Sayfa 92 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor may'st conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Sayfa 110 - Be a god and hold me With a charm! Be a man and fold me With thine arm ! Teach me, only teach, Love! As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love, Think thy thoughtMeet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.
Sayfa 95 - tis easy, all of it! No sketches first, no studies, that's long past: I do what many dream of all their lives, — Dream ? strive to do, and agonize to do, And fail in doing. I could count twenty such On twice your fingers, and not leave this town, Who strive — you don't know how the others strive To paint a little thing like that you smeared Carelessly passing with your robes afloat, — Yet do much less, so much less, Someone says, (I know his name, no matter) — so much less!
Sayfa 110 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.
Sayfa 90 - It is so horrible, I dare at times imagine to my need Some future state revealed to us by Zeus, Unlimited in capability For joy, as this is in desire for joy...
Sayfa 109 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant (I shall say) In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red — And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.
Sayfa 251 - WATER, for anguish of the solstice: — nay, But dip the vessel slowly, — nay, but lean And hark how at its verge the wave sighs in Reluctant. Hush ! Beyond all depth away The heat lies silent at the brink of day: Now the hand trails upon the viol-string That sobs, and the brown faces cease to sing, Sad with the whole of pleasure.