James Thomson der jüngere: sein Leben und seine Werke, Količina 24W. Braumüller, 1906 - 159 strani |
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Stran 145 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses ! Till, like one in slumber bound Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound.
Stran 365 - O Maker of sweet poets, dear delight Of this fair world, and all its gentle livers; Spangler of clouds, halo of crystal rivers...
Stran 189 - May all love, His love, unseen but felt, o'ershadow Thee, The love of all Thy sons encompass Thee, The love of all Thy daughters cherish Thee, The love of all Thy people comfort Thee, Till God's love set Thee at his side again ! THE COMING OF ARTHUR.
Stran 323 - That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use.
Stran 146 - In music's most serene dominions; Catching the winds that fan that happy heaven. And we sail on, away, afar, Without a course, without a star, But, by the instinct of sweet music driven; Till through Elysian garden islets By thee, most beautiful of pilots, Where never mortal pinnace glided, The boat of my desire is guided : Realms where the air we breathe is love, Which in the winds and on the waves doth move, Harmonizing this earth with what we feel above.
Stran 145 - Warm fragrance seems to fall from her light dress And her loose hair; and where some heavy tress The air of her own speed has disentwined, The sweetness seems to satiate the faint wind; And in the soul a wild odour is felt, Beyond the sense, like fiery dews that melt Into the bosom of a frozen bud.
Stran 79 - Let my voice ring out and over the earth, Through all the grief and strife, With a golden joy in a silver mirth : Thank God for Life ! Let my voice swell out through the great abyss To the azure dome above, With a chord of faith in the harp of bliss : Thank God for Love ! Let my voice thrill out beneath and above, The whole world through : O my Love and Life, O my Life and Love, Thank God for you ! XVIII.
Stran 73 - As we rush, as we rush in the Train, The trees and the houses go wheeling back, But the starry heavens above the plain Come flying on our track. All the beautiful stars of the sky, The silver doves of the forest of Night, Over the dull earth swarm and fly, Companions of our flight. We will rush ever on without fear; Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet! For we carry the Heavens with us, Dear, While the Earth slips from our feet!
Stran 9 - Her form was the perfection of childish beauty, without its usual chubbiness and squareness of outline. There was about it an undulating and aerial grace, such as one might dream of for some mythic and allegorical being. Her face was remarkable less for its perfect beauty of feature than for a singular and dreamy earnestness of expression, which made the ideal start when they looked at her, and by which the dullest and most literal were impressed, without exactly knowing why. The shape of her head...
Stran 92 - We do not ask a longer term of strife, Weakness and weariness and nameless woes ; We do not claim renewed and endless life When this which is our torment here shall close, An everlasting conscious inanition ! We yearn for speedy death in full fruition, Dateless oblivion and divine repose.