Aubrey de Vere: A Memoir Based on His Unpublished Diaries and Correspondence

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Longmans, Green, 1904 - 428 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 234 - Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee ; do thou With courtesy receive him ; rise and bow ; And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave ; Then lay before him all thou hast ; allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality ; no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness : Grief should be Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate ; Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free ;...
Pàgina 240 - Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Pàgina 144 - Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing, In current unperceived because so fleet ; Sad are our hopes, for they were sweet in sowing, But tares, self-sown, have overtopped the wheat ; Sad are our joys, for they were sweet in blowing, And still...
Pàgina 251 - Pale poplars on the breeze that lean, And in the sunset shiver, O that your golden stems might screen For aye yon glassy river! That yon white bird on homeward wing Soft-sliding without motion, And now in blue air vanishing Like snow-flake lost in ocean, Beyond our sight might never flee, Yet forward still be flying; And all the dying day might be Immortal in its dying! Pellucid thus in saintly trance, Thus mute in expectation, What waits the earth? Deliverance? Ah no! Transfiguration! She dreams...
Pàgina 144 - SAD is our youth, for it is ever going, Crumbling away beneath our very feet; Sad is our life, for onward it is flowing, In current unperceived because so fleet; Sad are our hopes for they were sweet in sowing, But tares, self-sown, have overtopped the wheat...
Pàgina 127 - Fall, snow, and cease not ! Flake by flake The decent winding-sheet compose; Thy task is just and pious; make An end of blasphemies and woes ! Fall, flake by flake ! by thee alone, Last friend, the sleeping draught is given; Kind nurse, by thee the couch is...
Pàgina 252 - I have lived among poets a great deal, and have known greater poets than he is ; but a more entire poet, one more a poet in his whole mind and temperament, I never knew or met with.
Pàgina 189 - YE who would build the Churches of the Lord! "See that ye make the western portals low : Let no one enter who disdains to bow. High Truths profanely gazed at, unadored, Will be abused at first, at last abhorred; And many a learned, many a lofty brow Hath rested, pillowed on a humbler vow Than keen logicians notice or record. O stainless peace of blest Humility! Of all who fain would enter, few, alas! Catch the true meaning of that kind, sad eye ; While thou, God's portress, stationed by the door,...
Pàgina 64 - Gordon ; and every day, from the rising up of the sun to the going down of the same, pray for his health and vigour.
Pàgina 294 - ... no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great, is passed away.

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