The One and the Many

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Longmans, Green, 1904 - 111 страница

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Страница 72 - ... far to me And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart. A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o'er the hill, And there is glory in it; and terror on the wind: But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind. The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way, Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal; But the little waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray, And the little waves...
Страница 71 - The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic on it and many a horse and cart, But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart. A great storm from the ocean goes shouting o'er the hill, And there is glory in it ; and terror on the wind : But the haunted air of twilight is very strange and still, And the little winds of twilight are dearer to my mind.
Страница 71 - WAVES OF BREFFNY The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic on it and many a horse and cart, But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me And the little roads of Cloonagh go rambling through my heart.
Страница 41 - SOUL of the acorn buried in the sod, Lord of high trees and sunset haunted hills, Planter of primroses and Very God Of the bright daffodils, Pity the weakness of the growing grain — And drench our fields with rain. Soul of the Light and Spirit of the Sword, Flash one great thought through hosts of huddled years, God of great deeds and dream-inspired Lord Of pity and of tears, Pity the weary ploughman's barren toil — Cast sunshine on the soil. 44 ASPIRATION Dream of dim lights and twilight haunted...
Страница 57 - ... of dust, And you think the round world your sacred trust — But the sun shines, and the wind blows, And nobody cares and nobody knows. O the bracken waves and the foxgloves flame, And none of them ever has heard your name— Near and dear is the curlew's cry, You are merely a stranger* passing by. Sheer up through the shadows the mountain towers And dreams wander free in this world of ours, — Though you may turn the grass to gold, The twilight has left you out in the cold. Though you are king...
Страница 8 - FOR years I sought the Many in the One, I thought to find lost waves and broken rays, The rainbow's faded colours in the sun — The dawns and twilights of forgotten days. But now I seek the One in every form, Scorning no vision that a dewdrop holds, The gentle Light that shines behind the storm, The Dream that many a twilight hour enfolds.
Страница 1 - HERE the white stars brood high above the austere pines, And the long pine stems seem to gather up the shadowy stream Of the earth's beauty, all her flowing curves and rapturous lines, Folded together and lifted up in a long ecstatic dream.
Страница 31 - THERE IS NO AGE THERE is no age, this darkness and decay Is by a radiant spirit cast aside, Young with the ageless youth that yesterday Bent to the yoke of flesh immortal pride. What though in time of thunder and black cloud The Spirit of the Innermost recedes Into the depths of Being, stormy browed, Obscured by a long life of dreams and deeds...
Страница 80 - Shall Life go down in silence at the end, And in the darkness friend be lost to friend, And all our love and dreams of no avail. You whose Love's melody makes glad the gloom Of a long labour and a patient strife, Is not that music greater than our life ? Shall not a little song outlast that doom...

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