The talking oakTicknor and Fields, 1855 |
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... Fly , happy , happy sails , and bear the Press ; Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ; Knit land to land , and blowing havenward With silks , and fruits , and spices , clear THE GOLDEN YEAR . 27.
... Fly , happy , happy sails , and bear the Press ; Fly happy with the mission of the Cross ; Knit land to land , and blowing havenward With silks , and fruits , and spices , clear THE GOLDEN YEAR . 27.
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... flying of a wheel Cry down the past , not only we , that prate Of rights and wrongs , have loved the people well , And loathed to see them overtaxed ; but she Did more , and underwent , and overcame , The woman of a thousand summers ...
... flying of a wheel Cry down the past , not only we , that prate Of rights and wrongs , have loved the people well , And loathed to see them overtaxed ; but she Did more , and underwent , and overcame , The woman of a thousand summers ...
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... fly Come from the wells where he did lie . " An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail . " He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Through crofts and pastures wet with ...
... fly Come from the wells where he did lie . " An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail . " He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Through crofts and pastures wet with ...
Page 68
... of inward evidence , By which he doubts against the sense ? " He owns the fatal gift of eyes , That read his spirit blindly wise , Not simple as a thing that dies . 288 " Here sits he shaping wings to fly ; His 68 THE TWO VOICES .
... of inward evidence , By which he doubts against the sense ? " He owns the fatal gift of eyes , That read his spirit blindly wise , Not simple as a thing that dies . 288 " Here sits he shaping wings to fly ; His 68 THE TWO VOICES .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. " Here sits he shaping wings to fly ; His heart forebodes a mystery : He names the name Eternity . " That type of Perfect in his mind In Nature can he nowhere find , He sows himself on every wind . " He ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. " Here sits he shaping wings to fly ; His heart forebodes a mystery : He names the name Eternity . " That type of Perfect in his mind In Nature can he nowhere find , He sows himself on every wind . " He ...
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Page 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 35 - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade. Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time; When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed; When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see. Saw the vision of the world and all the wonder that would be...
Page 31 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Page 207 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 35 - Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time...
Page 45 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Page 36 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, 'My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Page 99 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 31 - I am become a name For always roaming with a hungry heart. Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments Myself not least, but...