Cross purposes; or, The way of the world

Ward, Lock, 158 Fleet Street, 1855 - 245 頁





第 151 頁 - Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun...
第 118 頁 - He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.
第 149 頁 - I wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still ; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
第 3 頁 - I had great beauty : ask thou not my name : No one can be more wise than destiny. Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came I brought calamity.
第 189 頁 - Can I love thee, my beloved — can I love thee ? And is this like love, to stand . With no help in my hand, When strong as death I fain would watch above thee ? My love-kiss can deny...
第 22 頁 - Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to wear through suffering's hour, And sumless riches, from affection's deep, To pour on broken reeds— a wasted shower ! And to make idols, and to find them clay, And to bewail that worship — therefore pray!
第 143 頁 - It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods ; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel.
第 3 頁 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. But we are pressed by heavy laws; And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.
第 155 頁 - Now from head to foot I am marble constant: now the fleeting moon No planet is of mine.
第 68 頁 - A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet : For flowers that grow our hands beneath We struggle and aspire, — Our hearts must die, except they breathe The air of fresh desire.