Aurora LeighC.S. Francis & Company, 1860 - 366 pagine |
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Pagina 203 - fact, had travelled five miles off Or ere the giant image broke on them, Full human profile, nose and chin distinct, Mouth, muttering rhythms of silence up the sky And fed at evening with the blood of suns ; Grand torso,—hand, that flung perpetually The largesse of a silver river down To all the country pastures.
Pagina 201 - A mere dumb corpse, till Christ the Lord came down, Unlocked the doors, forced open the blank eyes, And used his kingly chrism to straighten out The leathery tongue turned back into the throat; Since when, she lives, remembers, palpitates In every limb, aspires in every breath, Embraces infinite relations. Now We want no half-gods,
Pagina 194 - say I speak and kill instead.' I pressed in there. ' The best men, doing their best, Know peradventure least of what they do: Men usefullest i' the world are simply used ; The nail that holds the wood, must pierce it first, And He alone who wields the hammer sees The work advanced by the earliest blow. Take heart.
Pagina 308 - groves With spray of silver. Thus my Italy Was stealing on us. Genoa broke with day, The Doria's long pale palace striking out, From green hills in advance of the white town, A marble finger dominant to ships, Seen glimmering through the uncertain gray of dawn. And then I did not think, ' my Italy,
Pagina 65 - He bears down on me through the slanting years, The stronger for the distance. If he had loved, Ay, loved me, with that retributive face, . . I might have been a common woman now And happier, less known and less left alone, Perhaps a better woman after all,
Pagina 368 - too much abstract willing, purposing, In this poor world. We talk by aggregates, And think by systems, and, being used to face Our evils in statistics, are inclined To cap them with unreal remedies Drawn out in haste on the other side the slate.' ' That's true,' I answered, fain to thrown up thought And make a game
Pagina 362 - filled up to the throat with clay, And grow the grimy colour of the ground On which we are feeding. Ay, materialist The age's name is. God himself, with some, Is apprehended as the bare result Of what his hand materially has made, Expressed in such an algebraic sign They add