Suspended Judgments: Essays on Books and Sensations

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G.A. Shaw, 1916 - English literature - 438 pages
 

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Page 267 - And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
Page 283 - So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Page 264 - Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, and Future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might controll The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew!
Page 202 - II faut aussi que tu n'ailles point Choisir tes mots sans quelque méprise: Rien de plus cher que la chanson grise Oü l'Indécis au Précis se joint.
Page 265 - The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew ! 'O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. 'Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away. The starry floor, The wat'ry shore, Is giv'n thee till the break of day.
Page 262 - And there the lion's ruddy eyes Shall flow with tears of gold, And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold, Saying, " Wrath, by his meekness And by his health, sickness Is driven away From our immortal day.
Page 266 - HE who bends to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy ; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise.
Page 202 - L'Esprit cruel et le Rire impur, Qui font pleurer les yeux de l'Azur, Et tout cet ail de basse cuisine!
Page 284 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 410 - Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow.

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