Dramatis PersonaeChapman and Hall, 1864 - 250 страница |
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... , why passive lies our clay , - Thou , to whom fools propound , When the wine makes its round , " Since life fleets , all is change ; the Past gone , seize to - day ! " 1 27 . Fool ! All that is , at RABBI BEN EZRA . 85.
... , why passive lies our clay , - Thou , to whom fools propound , When the wine makes its round , " Since life fleets , all is change ; the Past gone , seize to - day ! " 1 27 . Fool ! All that is , at RABBI BEN EZRA . 85.
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... clay endure . 28 . He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance , This Present , thou , forsooth , wouldst fain arrest : Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent , Try thee and turn thee forth , sufficiently impressed . 29 ...
... clay endure . 28 . He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance , This Present , thou , forsooth , wouldst fain arrest : Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent , Try thee and turn thee forth , sufficiently impressed . 29 ...
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... clay ? ' Rather commend him that he clapped his hands , And laughed ' It is my shape and lives again ! ' Enjoyed the falsehood , touched it on to truth , Until yourselves applaud the flesh indeed In what is still flesh - imitating clay ...
... clay ? ' Rather commend him that he clapped his hands , And laughed ' It is my shape and lives again ! ' Enjoyed the falsehood , touched it on to truth , Until yourselves applaud the flesh indeed In what is still flesh - imitating clay ...
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... clay : Would not I take clay , pinch my Caliban Able to fly ? -for , there , see , he hath wings , And great comb like the hoopoe's to admire , And there , a sting to do his foes offence , There , and I will that he begin to live , Fly ...
... clay : Would not I take clay , pinch my Caliban Able to fly ? -for , there , see , he hath wings , And great comb like the hoopoe's to admire , And there , a sting to do his foes offence , There , and I will that he begin to live , Fly ...
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... clay . Were this no pleasure , lying in the thyme , Drinking the mash , with brain become alive , Making and marring clay at will ? So He . " Thinketh , such shows nor right nor wrong in Him , Nor kind , nor cruel : He is strong and ...
... clay . Were this no pleasure , lying in the thyme , Drinking the mash , with brain become alive , Making and marring clay at will ? So He . " Thinketh , such shows nor right nor wrong in Him , Nor kind , nor cruel : He is strong and ...
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ABT VOGLER Antichrist awhile Bactrian beast believe brain breath brow CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS Cerinthus cheat Christ clay dead death Don't fear doubt earth Ephesus eyes face fact fancy fear feel fingers fire flesh fool gain ghost give gold grow hair hand hate hath head hear heard heart Heaven hopes and fears Judge kiss laugh life's lips little voice live look Louis-d'or man's mind mouth NATURAL THEOLOGY never nought o'er once pain Patmos play Pornic praise prove raps round Saint Paul sainted Setebos sigh Sludge smile soul speak spirit STAMFORD STREET stars stop suppose sure tell thee There's things thou thought to-day touch tricks truth turn twas twixt Valens watch What's whole wonder word worth Xanthus youth
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Страница 71 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws: that made them, and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, but a star.
Страница 150 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Страница 73 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Страница 85 - Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor! and feel, Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay, — Thou, to whom fools propound, When the wine makes its round, "Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day!
Страница 79 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Страница 77 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Страница 81 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Страница 79 - For thence, - a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail : What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me : A brute I might have been, but would not sink i
Страница 73 - All we have willed, or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Страница 85 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.