Vistas, The Gypsy Christ: And Other Prose Imaginings

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Duffield, 1912 - 482 páginas
 

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Página 106 - And they shall come from the east and from the west, and from the north and from the south ; and shall sit down in the kingdom of God.
Página 347 - ... That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfel And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest...
Página 313 - And she shall follow after her lovers, but she shall not overtake them ; And she shall seek them, but shall not find them: Then shall she say, I will go and return to my first husband ; For then was it better with me than now.
Página 347 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 371 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Página 340 - Mong the light skimming gondolas far parted, Just when the sun his farewell beam has darted: But 'tis impossible; far different cares Beckon me sternly from soft 'Lydian airs," And hold my faculties so long in thrall, That I am oft in doubt whether at all I shall again see Phoebus in the morning: Or flush'd Aurora in the roseate dawning!
Página 364 - I heard an able sermon of the minister* of the place ; and stood by a pretty, modest maid, whom I did labour to take by the hand and the body; but she would not, but got further and further from me ; and, at last, I could perceive her to take pins out of her pocket to prick me if I should touch her again — which seeing I did forbear, and was glad I did spy her design.
Página 352 - IVE beauty all her right ! She's not to one form tied ; Each shape yields fair delight, Where her perfections 'bide. HELEN, I grant, might pleasing be ; And ROS'MOND was as sweet as she.
Página 343 - I love them all ; and so long as these affections are active, they leave in me no room for a sense of want. But yet they do not fill my heart; and that is why they have no power to fix it. I am always waiting for the woman and the work which shall be capable of taking entire possession of my soul, and of becoming my end and aim.
Página 353 - Meadows have flowers that pleasure move, Though roses are the flowers of love. Free beauty is not bound To one unmoved clime : She visits every ground, And favours every time. Let the old loves with mine compare, My Sovereign is as sweet and fair.

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