The Oxford Book of English Mystical VerseDaniel Howard Sinclair Nicholson, Arthur Hugh Evelyn Lee Clarendon Press, 1924 - 644 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
A. C. Benson angels art thou AUGUSTA THEODOSIA DRANE beauty behold blessed blind bliss breast breath bright burning Caiaphas canst Christ clouds crown dark dawn death deep delight desire divine dost doth dream dwell earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feel feet fire flame flesh flowers glory God's grace hand hath hear heart heaven holy Immortal Hour infinite James Rhoades King Lascelles Abercrombie light live Lord Love's lufe Luthany mind moon mortal MYST mystery mystic never night o'er P. J. Bailey pain peace perfect prayer rapture rolling cloud rose round secret seek sense Seraphim shadow shine sight silence sing skies sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars strife Sunne sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Traherne Thou art Thou hast thought thro tree unto veil voice waves wind wings words yearning þat
Passagens conhecidas
Página 118 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind. That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind ; — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest. Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 132 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 143 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Página 118 - The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Página 138 - I LIKE a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be.
Página 109 - Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green & pleasant Land. "Would to God that all the Lord's people were Prophets.
Página 131 - Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard — I saw them not — When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, — Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
Página 195 - And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence For the fulness of the days? Have we withered or agonized? Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized?
Página 113 - Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things; Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power: And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless agitation.
Página 177 - Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift, That I doubt his own love can compete with it? Here, the parts shift? Here, the creature surpass the Creator, — the end, what Began? Would I fain in my impotent yearning do all for this man, And dare doubt he alone shall not help him, who yet alone can?