The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems: The Third Book of VerseDoubleday, Page, 1915 - 192 pagine |
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Pagina 184 - Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not ; for I am not yet ascended to my Father : but go to my brethren and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father and your Father; and to my God and your God.
Pagina 177 - When they had heard the king, they departed; and lo, the star which they saw in the east went before them, till it came and stood over where the young child was.
Pagina 1 - He drew a circle that shut me out — Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in!
Pagina 180 - Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden ; and in the garden a new sepulchre, wherein was never man yet laid. There laid they Jesus therefore because of the Jews' preparation day ; for the sepulchre was nigh at hand.
Pagina 99 - Defeat may serve as well as victory To shake the soul and let the glory out.
Pagina 115 - We men of earth have here the stuff Of Paradise — -we have enough! We need no other stones to build The stairs into the Unfulfilled — No other ivory for the doors — No other marble for the floors — No other cedar for the beam And dome of man's immortal dream. Here on the paths of every day — Here on the common human way, Is all the stuff the gods would take To build a Heaven ; to mould and make New Edens. Ours the stuff sublime To build Eternity in time!
Pagina 127 - And the right of a man to labor and his right to labor in joy — Not all your laws can strangle that right, nor the gates of Hell destroy. For it came with the making of man and was kneaded into his bones, And it will stand at the last of things on the dust of crumbled thrones.
Pagina 59 - While the cobbler mused, there passed his pane A beggar drenched by the driving rain. He called him in from the stony street And gave him shoes for his bruised feet. The beggar went and there came a crone, Her face with wrinkles of sorrow sown. A bundle of fagots bowed her back, And she was spent with the wrench and rack.
Pagina 95 - Behold! Yet this is not enough, For I must test his spirit to make sure That he can dare the vision and endure.
Pagina 73 - I will go back to the pains and the pities That break the heart of the world with moan; I will forget in the grief of the cities The burden of my own. "There in the world-grief my own grief humbles, My wild hour melts in the days to be, As the wild white foam of a river crumbles, Forgotten in the sea.