The Poetical Works of Henry Taylor, 73 leidimas,2 tomasChapman and Hall, 1864 |
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65 psl. - ... radiance and a resonance from heaven Surrounds me, and my soul is breaking forth In strength, as did the new-created sun When earth beheld it first on the fourth day. God spake not then more plainly to that orb Than to my spirit now. I hear the call. My answer, God, and earth, and hell shall hear. But I could reason with thee, Gracious Power, For that thou givest me to perform thy work Such sorry instruments.
40 psl. - Through the past decade, to rebate the edge Of early sensibility. The sun Rides high, and on the thoroughfares of life I find myself a man in middle age, Busy and hard to please. The sun shall soon Dip westerly, — but oh ! how little like Are life's two twilights ! Would the last were first And the first last ! that so we might be soothed Upon the thoroughfares of busy life Beneath the noon-day sun, with hope of joy Fresh as the morn, — with hope of breaking lights, Illuminated mists and spangled...
65 psl. - Cherish'd by His smile My heart is glad within me, and to Him Shall testify in works a strenuous joy. — Methinks that I could be myself that rock Whereon" the church is founded, — wind and flood Beating against me, boisterous in vain. I thank you, Gracious Powers ! Supernal Host ! I thank you that on me, though young in years, Ye put the glorious charge to try with fire, To winnow and to purge. I hear...
62 psl. - The wind when first he rose and went abroad Through the waste region, felt himself at fault, Wanting a voice • and suddenly to earth Descended with a wafture and a swoop, Where wandering volatile from kind to kind He wooed the several trees to give him one. First he besought the ash ; the voice she lent Fitfully with a free and lashing change Flung here and there its sad uncertainties : The aspen next ; a fluttered frivolous twitter Was her sole tribute : from the willow came, So long as dainty...
25 psl. - I coold not by his royal sister's hand Do likewise : Starting at the random word And dumb with trepidation, there I stood Some seconds as...
102 psl. - The soften'd soul, of mild voluptuous ease, And tender sports that chased the kindling hours In odorous gardens or on terraces, To music of the fountains and the birds, Or else in skirting groves by sunshine smitten, Or warm winds kiss'd, whilst we from shine to shade Roved unregarded.
100 psl. - ... now in charge to wait upon Waverley. On asking his host if he knew where the Chieftain was gone, the old man looked fixedly at him, with something mysterious and sad in the smile which was his only reply. Waverley repeated his question, to which his host answered in a proverb, — What sent the messengers to hell, Was asking what they knew full well.
10 psl. - Satan ? His presence, life and kingdom ? Not the air Nor bowels of the earth nor central fires His habitat exhibits ; it is here, Here in the heart of Man ; and if from hence I cast him with discomfiture, that truth Is verily of the vulgar sense conceived, By utterance symbolic, when they deem That met in bodily oppugnancy I tweak him by the snout ; a fair belief Wherein the fleshly and the palpable type Doth of pure truth substantiate the essence.
77 psl. - Much mirth he hath, and yet less mirth than fancy • His is that nature of humanity Which both ways doth redound, rejoicing now With soarings of the soul, anon brought low : For such the law that rules the larger spirits. This soul of man...
62 psl. - So long as dainty summer dress'd her out, A whispering sweetness, but her winter note Was hissing, dry, and reedy : lastly the pine Did he solicit, and from her he drew A voice so constant, soft, and lowly deep, That there he rested, welcoming in her A mild memorial of the ocean- cave Where he was born.