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Página 600 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 222 - God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race...
Página 419 - LOUD is the Vale ! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, A mighty Unison of streams ! Of all her Voices, One ! Loud is the Vale ; — this inland Depth In peace is roaring like the Sea ; Yon Star upon the mountain-top Is listening quietly.
Página 72 - None but would forego his proper dowry, Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, Does he write? he fain would paint a picture, Put to proof art alien to the artist's...
Página 574 - See, from this counterfeit of him Whom Arno shall remember long, How stern of lineament, how grim, The father was of Tuscan song: There but the burning sense of wrong, Perpetual care and scorn, abide ; Small friendship for the lordly throng; Distrust of all the world beside. Faithful if this wan image be, No dream his life was, — but a fight ; Could any Beatrice see A lover in that anchorite ? To that cold Ghibelline's gloomy sight Who could have guessed the visions came Of Beauty, veiled with...
Página 575 - War to the last he waged with all The tyrant canker-worms of earth ; Baron and duke, in hold and hall, Cursed the dark hour that gave him birth; He used Rome's harlot for his mirth ; Plucked bare hypocrisy and crime ; But valiant souls of knightly worth Transmitted to the rolls of Time.
Página 575 - Peace dwells not here — this rugged face Betrays no spirit of repose ; The sullen warrior sole we trace, The marble man of many woes. Such was his mien when first arose The thought of that strange tale divine, When hell he peopled with his foes, The scourge of many a guilty line.
Página 222 - Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell : There needs but thinking right and meaning well; And mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common sense and common ease. Remember, man, ' the Universal Cause Acts not by partial but by general laws,' And makes what happiness we justly call Subsist not in the good of one, but all.
Página 599 - Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.