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Eva Gore-Booth. The One and The Many BY EVA GORE - BOOTH PR6013 05905 UNIV . OF 1904 MAIN The Soul , being Wingèd , governs the World ( PORPHYRY ) 295377 10 VIM !! AIMBORLIAD FROM sunlit meadows my tired gaze.
Eva Gore-Booth. The One and The Many BY EVA GORE - BOOTH PR6013 05905 UNIV . OF 1904 MAIN The Soul , being Wingèd , governs the World ( PORPHYRY ) 295377 10 VIM !! AIMBORLIAD FROM sunlit meadows my tired gaze.
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... Soul . Here among sunlit leaves , in lonely hours , The Vision of the Silence comes and goes , Touching the heart of pallid primrose flowers , Troubling the waters of the world's repose . Thus did one muse for hours in a dim vale , Till ...
... Soul . Here among sunlit leaves , in lonely hours , The Vision of the Silence comes and goes , Touching the heart of pallid primrose flowers , Troubling the waters of the world's repose . Thus did one muse for hours in a dim vale , Till ...
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... wave . Deeper than twilight , whiter than the may , Lo , she hath built her house of wind and sun , Her coloured robe may change from day to day , But the soul of Beauty is One . IN THE PINEWOODS HERE the white stars brood high above.
... wave . Deeper than twilight , whiter than the may , Lo , she hath built her house of wind and sun , Her coloured robe may change from day to day , But the soul of Beauty is One . IN THE PINEWOODS HERE the white stars brood high above.
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Eva Gore-Booth. 4 IN THE PINEWOODS For the winds of an Unknown Will are blowing out of the Vast , And the soul of the world grows one with the lips that pity and pray . THE EYES OF THE BLIND THROUGH the wise books that.
Eva Gore-Booth. 4 IN THE PINEWOODS For the winds of an Unknown Will are blowing out of the Vast , And the soul of the world grows one with the lips that pity and pray . THE EYES OF THE BLIND THROUGH the wise books that.
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... in round a dream of the Infinite . For a moonray has slipped from my soul to the mirror of my mind , And lights up the shows of the world , changing its diamonds to dew- 14 SYMBOLS But the words and the deeds of men 13.
... in round a dream of the Infinite . For a moonray has slipped from my soul to the mirror of my mind , And lights up the shows of the world , changing its diamonds to dew- 14 SYMBOLS But the words and the deeds of men 13.
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amongst blind blue bog-myrtle boughs brave break broke like glass broken brow buried spirit carven beauty clouds and storms cold crimson rout dark dear deep depart-though I depart dream of colour dreamer's druid vision dull dwells earth earth's heart EVA GORE-BOOTH fade flame flashing flowers folded gleams grass green grows handful of dust hide hill immortal immortal hours INCARNATE INNER LIGHT LADDERS lamp light LIS-AN-DOILL Little Waves lost Lost in blue marble mould mountain night o'er Once pale pale fire peace pity poppies pride primroses PRISON PROSERPINE ENTHRONED PROSERPINE IN HADES PROUD PHILOSOPHER quenchèd eyes quicken tree radiant lily rainbow RE-INCARNATION roads of Cloonagh rose scorn secret shadows shining shining song silence soil song sorrow soul spring stars strange streams sunset THISTLE thou throne tired toil towers twilight Unseen wander wandering fire WAVES OF BREFFNY weep Whilst wild wind wings Ye men
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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 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 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. Dream of dim lights and twilight haunted wind, Spirit...
Страница 80 - ... olive boughs we found our peace, And all the world's great song in Italy? Is it not strange though Peace herself has wings And long ago has gone her separate ways, On through the tumult of our fretful days From Life to Death the great song chimes and rings? In that sad day shall then the singing fail, 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...
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 100 - Blind to the gleam of those wild violet rays That burn beyond the rainbow's circle dim, Bound by dark nights, and driven by pale days, The sightless slave of time's imperious whim ; Deaf to the flowing tide of dreams divine That surge outside the closed gates of birth, The rhythms of Eternity, too fine To touch with music the dull ears of Earth— I go to seek with humble care and toil The dreams I left undreamed, the deeds undone, To sow the seed and break the stubborn soil, Knowing no brightness...
Страница 31 - Spring, And shall I hear Their distant voices murmuring? I shall remember then When youth is done, With the dun years grown gray; And I shall wonder what it is that ends, And why they seem so very far away — Old dreams, old roses ... and old friends. THOMAS S.
Страница 77 - Nothing that is vast enters into the life of mortals without a curse. For that hope whose wanderings are so wide is to many men a comfort, but to many a false lure of giddy desires; and the disappointment comes on one who knoweth nought till he burn his foot against the hot fire. For with wisdom hath some one given forth the famous saying, that evil...