What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
appeared arrived asked beautiful become birds body bring called Chaucer child Christ Church clear close comes dark dead death divine door dreams earth earthly enemy English existence eyes face figure flowers follow force four give given green grow hands head hear heart held hold human idea Joan King leaves letter light lines live look Lord material matter meaning mind nature never night once origin ourselves pass playing poem receive religion rest Rose round sense shine song soul speak Spirit stand stone story symbols taken teaching tell thee thing thou thought tion to-day told touch town truth turn understanding voice walls words write
Page 56 - All scattered in the bottom of the sea, Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 56 - I pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
Page 57 - With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick, Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Page 141 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Page 57 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling waked, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 32 - Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee. There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou— Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
Page 58 - No more — no more — no more" — (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams — In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!
Page 140 - The great Intelligences fair That range above our mortal state, In circle round the blessed gate, Received and gave him welcome there ; And led him thro
Page 19 - Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! For a' my house shall feast this night, Since my three sons are well." And she has made to them a bed, She's made it large and wide; And she's ta'en her mantle her about, Sat down at the bedside. Up then crew the red, red cock, And up and crew the gray; The eldest to the youngest said. "Tis time we were away.