O dear Spirit, half-lost In thine own shadow and this fleshly sign That thou art thou — who wailest being born And banish'd into mystery, and the pain Of this divisible-indivisible world Among the numerable-innumerable Sun, sun, and sun, thro... Ballads and Other Poems - Página 159por Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1880 - 184 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1880 - 1132 páginas
...deep, With this ninth moon that sends the hidden sun Down yon dark sea, thou comest, darling boy. 2. For in the world, which is not ours, They said ' Let...thine own shadow and this fleshly sign That thou art thou—who Availest being born 3D2 And banish'd into mystery, and the pain Of this divisible-indivisible... | |
| 1889 - 1018 páginas
...Plotinus' words, is ' a fall, a banishment, a moulting of the wings of the soul.' O dear Spirit half lost In thine own shadow, and this fleshly sign That thou...space In finite-infinite time — our mortal veil And shattered phantom of that infinite One Who made thee unconceivably thyself Out of His whole World-self... | |
| 1880 - 814 páginas
...one light no man canQook upon, Drew to this shore lit by the suns and moons And all the shadows. O dear Spirit half-lost In thine own shadow and this...numerable-innumerable Sun, sun, and sun, thro' finite-infinite space Finite-infinite time — our mortal veil And shatter'd phantom of that infinite One, Who made thee... | |
| Charles Lowe, Henry Wilder Foote, John Hopkins Morison, Henry H. Barber, James De Normandie - 1881 - 602 páginas
...one light no man can look upon, Drew to this shore lit by the suns and moons And all the shadows. O dear Spirit, half-lost In thine own shadow and this...who wailest being born And banish'd into mystery, . . . . . . our mortal veil And shattered phantom of that Infinite One, Who made thee unconceivably... | |
| 1880 - 1136 páginas
...one light no man can look upon, Drew to this shore lit by the suns and moons And all the shadows. O dear Spirit half-lost In thine own shadow and this...That thou art thou — who wailest being born And banish' d into mystery, and the pain Of this divisible-indivisible world Among the numerable-innumerable... | |
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