Steps to the Temple: Delights of the Muses, and Other Poems
University Press, 1904 - English poetry - 401 pages
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Page 271 - And bring her bosom full of blessings— Flowers of never-fading graces, To make immortal dressings, For worthy souls whose wise embraces Store up themselves for Him who is alone The spouse of virgins, and the virgin's son.
Page 268 - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy...
Page 269 - By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire, By the full kingdom of that final kiss That seized thy parting soul and sealed thee his, By all the heav'ns thou hast in him, Fair sister of the seraphim! By all of him we have in thee, Leave nothing of myself in me: Let me so read thy life that I Unto all life of mine may die.
Page 370 - She sings thy tears asleep, and dips Her kisses in thy weeping eye; She spreads the red leaves of thy lips, That in their buds yet blushing lie. She 'gainst those mother-diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes. Welcome — though not to those gay flies, Gilded i...
Page 162 - Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind are day all night. Nights, sweet as they Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by th
Page 202 - Poor World, said I, what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?
Page 95 - How she that is a maid should prove a Mother, Yet keepe inviolate her virgin flower ; How Gods eternall Sonne should be mans Brother, Poseth his proudest Intellectuall power.
Page 204 - To thee, meek Majesty, soft King Of simple graces and sweet loves, Each of us his lamb will bring, Each his pair of silver doves; Till burnt at last, in fire of thy fair eyes, Ourselves become our own best sacrifice.
Page 203 - By those sweet eyes' persuasive powers, Where he meant frost, he scattered flowers. Chorus : By those sweet eyes', etc. BOTH : We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal Day ! We saw Thine eyes break from their East, And chase the trembling shades away. We saw Thee; and we blest the sight, We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light.
Page 122 - With flash of high-born fancies: here and there Dancing in lofty measures, and anon Creeps on the soft touch of a tender tone...