The Renewal of Youth, and Other Poems, Page 66

Front Cover
Macmillan, 1882 - 232 pages
 

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 36 - Dell'universo infin qui ha vedute Le vite spiritali ad una ad una, Supplica a te per grazia di virtute Tanto che possa con gli occhi levarsi Più alto verso l'ultima salute. . . • Ed io, che mai per mio veder non arsi Più ch' io fo per lo suo, tutti i miei prieghi Ti porgo, e prego che non sieno scarsi: i Perché tu ogni nube gli disleghi Di sua mortalità co' prieghi tuoi, (• Sì che 'I sommo piacer gli si dispieghi.
Page 91 - Thy dimmed prerogative of joy — Come with small question, little thought, Through thy worn veins what pulse shall flow, With what regrets, what fancies fraught, Shall silver-footed summer go — If round one fairest face shall meet Those many dreams of many fair, And wandering homage seek the feet Of one sweet queen, and linger there...
Page 67 - And softly with a guileless awe Beyond the purple lake she saw The embattled summits glow; She saw the glories melt in one, The round moon rise, while yet the sun Was rosy on the snow. Then like a...
Page 19 - I, having seen, for certain days apart Fared with a silent memory at my heart, And in me great compassion grew for them Who looked upon that feigned Jerusalem, For I and all those thousands seemed to be Like other thousands once in Galilee, Save that no miracle's divine surprise Met in the desert...
Page 81 - FOR one minute hark what we are saying! This is not pleasure that we ask of Thee ! Nay, let all life be weary with our praying, Streaming of tears and bending of the knee : Only we ask thro...
Page 86 - O Nature's glory, Nature's youth ! Perfected sempiternal whole ! And is the World's in very truth An impercipient soul ? Or doth that Spirit, past our ken, Live a profounder life than men, Awaits our passing days, and thus In secret places calls to us...
Page 18 - ... anywise from morn to morn I can endure a weary faithfulness, From minute unto minute calling low On God who once would answer, it may be He hath a waking for me, and some surprise Shall from this prison set the captive free And love from fears and from the flesh the soul. For even thus beside Gennesaret In solemn night some demon-haunted man Runs from himself, and nothing knows in heaven But blackness, yet around him unaware With standing hills and high expectancy, With early airs and shuddering...
Page 19 - Ah, how that music lingers, and again Returns the dying sweetness of the strain ! How clearly on my inner sense is borne The fair fresh beauty of the mountain morn, And cries of flocks afar, and mixed with these The green delightful tumult of the trees, — The birds that o'er us from the upper day Threw flitting shade, and went their airy way, — The bright-robed chorus and the silent throng, And that first burst and sanctity of song...

Bibliographic information