Dora's Defiance

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J.B. Lippincott Company, 1894 - 1 páginas
 

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Página 579 - ... and laving me softly all over, Death, death, death, death, death. Which I do not forget, But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother, That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach, With the thousand responsive songs at random, My own songs awaked from that hour, And with them the key, the word up from the waves, The word of the sweetest song and all songs, That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet, (Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet...
Página 703 - Withhold not correction from the child : for if thou beatest him with the rod, he shall not die. Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell.
Página 583 - If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
Página 627 - L'homme n'est qu'un roseau le plus faible de la nature, mais c'est un roseau pensant. Il ne faut pas que l'univers entier s'arme pour l'écraser. Une vapeur, une goutte d'eau, suffit pour le tuer. Mais quand l'univers l'écraserait, l'homme serait encore plus noble que ce qui le tue, parce qu'il sait qu'il meurt; et l'avantage que l'univers a sur lui, l'univers n'en sait rien. Toute...
Página 578 - Du bist wie eine Blume So hold und schön und rein; Ich schau dich an, und Wehmut Schleicht mir ins Herz hinein. Mir ist, als ob ich die Hände, Aufs Haupt dir legen sollt', Betend, daß Gott dich erhalte So rein und schön und hold.
Página 736 - A great city is that which has the greatest men and women, If it be a few ragged huts it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
Página 646 - Beloved, thou art like a tune that idle fingers Play on a window-pane. The time is there, the form of music lingers; But O thou sweetest strain, Where is thy soul? Thou liest i' the wind and rain. Even as to him who plays that idle air, It seems a melody, For his own soul is full of it, so, my Fair, Dead, thou dost live in me, And all this lonely soul is full of thee. Thou song of songs!
Página 589 - ... mid the rural cots, thee shall neither any of the immortals escape, nor of men the creatures of a day ; 3 but he that feels thee is that instant maddened. Thou for their ruin seducest the minds of the just to injustice ; thou hast stirred up this strife of kindred men, and desire revealed from the...
Página 587 - And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story; yet Could she think of a sweeter way?
Página 708 - The love of higher things and better days; The unbounded hope, and heavenly ignorance Of what is called the world, and the world's ways; The moments when we gather from a glance More joy than from all future pride or praise. Which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance The heart in an existence of its own, Of which another's bosom is the zone.

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