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born bound breast breath bright bring Callicles calm clear cold comes course cries dark dead death deep doth DRAM dream earth Empedocles eyes face fair fate feel felt fire flow gaze give Gods gone grave green grow hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope hour human Italy keep leave less light live lonely look mind morning mountains Nature never night NOTE o'er once pain pass pass'd past Pausanias plain play poet quiet race rest roll round shining side silent smile soul sound spirit spring stand stars stream strife sure sweet tell thee thine things thou thought thousand true truth voice waves wind young youth
200 psl. - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides ; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight willed Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
34 psl. - I say : Fear not ! Life still Leaves human effort scope. But, since life teems with ill, Nurse no extravagant hope ; Because thou must not dream, thou need'st not then despair ! A long pause.
228 psl. - Children of men ! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully That men did ever find. "Which has not taught weak wills how much they can? Which has not fall'n on the dry heart like rain ? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man : Thou must be born again...
232 psl. - For he pursued a lonely road, His eyes on Nature's plan ; Neither made man too much a God, Nor God too much a man.
108 psl. - Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
198 psl. - Weary of myself and sick of asking What I am and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send : "Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm me, Ah, compose me to the end ! "Ah, once more...
219 psl. - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride I come to shed them at their side.
115 psl. - One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity Of toil unsever'd from tranquillity! Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry!