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Sayfa 268 - To the Lord our God belong mercies and forgivenesses, though we have rebelled against him ; Neither have we obeyed the voice of the Lord our God, to walk in his laws, which he set before us by his servants the prophets.
Sayfa 517 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance but itself; no beauty, nor good nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that he heard it once; we shall hear it by and by.
Sayfa 17 - WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil ; Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's mild curfew shall from work assoil. God did anoint thee with His odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign ; and He assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines. For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience...
Sayfa 256 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Sayfa 211 - Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, Start at my whistle clansmen stern, Of this small horn one feeble blast Would fearful odds against thee cast. But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.
Sayfa 517 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Sayfa 357 - 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 fancyland 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.
Sayfa 496 - Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Sayfa 14 - I pray you hear my song of a nest, For it is not long : — You shall never light in a summer quest The bushes among — Shall never light on a prouder sitter, A fairer nestful, nor ever know A softer sound than their tender twitter, That wind-like did come and go.
Sayfa 230 - The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD, as the rivers of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will.

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