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Página 117 - I but open my eyes, — and perfection, no more and no less, In the kind I imagined, full-fronts me, and God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
Página 123 - SUCH a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across : Violets were born! Sky — what a scowl of cloud Till, near and far, Ray on ray split the shroud : Splendid, a star! World — how it walled about Life with disgrace Till God's own smile came out: That was thy face!
Página 8 - I GIVE you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball ; It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
Página 95 - All service ranks the same with God : If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work — God's puppets, best and worst. Are we : there is no last nor first. Say not " a small event ! " Why " small " ? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A
Página 13 - My work is mine, And, heresy or not, if my hand slacked I should rob God — since He is fullest good — Leaving a blank instead of violins. I say, not God Himself can make man's best Without best men to help Him.
Página 86 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Página 34 - Greet Priscilla and Aquila my helpers in Christ Jesus ; (who have for my life laid down their own necks : unto whom not only I give thanks, but also all the churches of the Gentiles :) Likewise greet the church that is in their house.
Página 124 - Such and so grew these holy piles, Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone, And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on...