The One and the ManyLongmans, Green, 1904 - 111 страница |
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... gold in the blue shrine of the Light , The cry of a mystical harp shudders clear through the cold spring rain , And the twilight is folded in round a dream of the Infinite . For a moonray has slipped from my soul to the mirror of my ...
... gold in the blue shrine of the Light , The cry of a mystical harp shudders clear through the cold spring rain , And the twilight is folded in round a dream of the Infinite . For a moonray has slipped from my soul to the mirror of my ...
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... gold . The Austere Beauty with proud ætherial brows , Moulds not the dusty clay , thinks scorn of the hard stone , But , through her dreams , the shadow of forest boughs Wave o'er the towers of the world broken and overthrown . FROM THE ...
... gold . The Austere Beauty with proud ætherial brows , Moulds not the dusty clay , thinks scorn of the hard stone , But , through her dreams , the shadow of forest boughs Wave o'er the towers of the world broken and overthrown . FROM THE ...
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... Gold , Rose radiant in Heaven and scattered afar the Gray Maidens of the Dawn , And men turned their eyes to the Light , and worshipped a Majesty burning and old , Till a fire sprang up in the soul of the wise , and delight , and a new ...
... Gold , Rose radiant in Heaven and scattered afar the Gray Maidens of the Dawn , And men turned their eyes to the Light , and worshipped a Majesty burning and old , Till a fire sprang up in the soul of the wise , and delight , and a new ...
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... gold , The twilight has left you out in the cold . Though you are king of the rose and the wheat , Not for you , not for you is the bog - myrtle sweet , Though you are lord of the long grass , The hemlock bows not her head as you pass ...
... gold , The twilight has left you out in the cold . Though you are king of the rose and the wheat , Not for you , not for you is the bog - myrtle sweet , Though you are lord of the long grass , The hemlock bows not her head as you pass ...
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... gold can shine ; Men strive with angry deeds - ah ! get thee hence , Cast not thy star before these hungry swine . The song would flood your soul in silver streams , The tower holds on high the builder's trust , The marble bends unto ...
... gold can shine ; Men strive with angry deeds - ah ! get thee hence , Cast not thy star before these hungry swine . The song would flood your soul in silver streams , The tower holds on high the builder's trust , The marble bends unto ...
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amongst blind bling blue bluebell boughs Brave break broken brows buried spirit burns CLAIRVOYANTE clouds and storms cold colours daffodils daisies dark dear deeds deep dewdrops dreamer's dreams dull dwells earth earth's heart EVA GORE-BOOTH eyes fair fire flame flash flowers folded Form Divine gleams gold grass green grows haunted hide hill immortal INNER LIGHT light Little Waves lost magic circle magic fire marble moulds mountain night o'er Once pale pale fire pass Peace pity poppies pride primroses PROUD PHILOSOPHER quicken tree rainbow RE-INCARNATION REVOLT AGAINST ART rose scorn secret seek shades shadow shining silence Slayer soil song sorrow soul sphere spring starry stars strange streams SUBSCRIPTION OF 1916 sunlit sunset sunshine THISTLE thou throne tired toil towers TRUCE OF GOD twilight hour Unseen wander WAVES OF BREFFNY weep Whilst wild wind wind-blown wings Wisdom wise Ye men
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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...