Fate at the DoorJ.B. Lippincott, 1895 - 240 pages |
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Page 235 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself,...
Page 7 - His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Page 184 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 50 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you ; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving ; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving ! A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS.
Page 60 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 51 - Unless you can think, when the song is done, No other is soft in the rhythm; Unless you can feel, when left by One, That all men else go with him; Unless you can know, when upraised by his breath. That your beauty itself wants proving; Unless you can swear, 'For life, for death!
Page 125 - tis better to be much abus'd Than but to know'ta little. lago. How now, my lord! Oth. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust? I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me; I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips; He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know't and he's not robb'd at all.
Page 228 - ... lips renunciative Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live For all thy adjurations? O my fears, That this can scarce be right! We are not peers, So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve, That givers of such gifts as mine are, must Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas! I will not soil thy purple with my dust, Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass, Nor give thee any love — which were unjust.
Page 223 - Oh, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul ! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice, and in a voice from the burning bush.
Page 151 - ... by stern experience taught ; Alternate moods of bold and timorous thought, Sunshine and shadow — cloud and aureole ; The failing foothold as the shining goal Appears, and truth so long, so fondly sought Is blurred and dimmed. Again and yet again The exulting march resounds. We must win now ! Slowly the doubts dissolve in clearer air. Bolder and grander the triumphal strain Ascends. Heaven's light is glancing on the brow, And turns to boundless hope the old despair.