Two Mystic Poets and Other Essays

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B. Blackwell, 1922 - English literature - 97 pages
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Page 20 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair dell or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Page 19 - But ah, my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way! Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And, when this dust falls to the urn, In that state I came, return.
Page 85 - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth...
Page 18 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of his bright face...
Page 28 - A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here : Love said, You shall be he. I, the unkind, ungrateful ? Ah, my dear, I cannot look on thee.
Page 79 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear •To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ...
Page 81 - And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
Page 46 - Not for itself, but thro' thy living love For one to whom I made it o'er his grave Sacred, accept this old imperfect tale, New-old, and shadowing Sense at war with Soul Rather than that gray king, whose name, a ghost, Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak, And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still...
Page 76 - Go, since your vows are sacred, being made : Yet — for ye know the cries of all my realm Pass thro' this hall — how often, O my knights, Your places being vacant at my side, This chance of noble deeds will come and go Unchallenged, while ye follow wandering fires Lost in the quagmire ! Many of you, yea most...
Page 24 - I can do by night. There is in God — some say — A deep, but dazzling darkness ; as men here Say it is late and dusky, because they See not all clear. O for that Night ! where I in Him Might live invisible and dim ! ABEL'S BLOOD.

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