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almighty arms bear beauty believe blue breath brought Browning Christ creature crown dare David death deed deeper divine E'en earth enrich entered face feels felt flesh flowers Fold forever gaze gift give glory God's gold grasp grow hand harp hast head heart held hope human inspiration issue joys kind King leave less light living look man's nature never night o'er once past perfect physical played poem poet poet's praise receive rest revealed rock round Saul seek seen sense showing shudder side slow song sorrow soul speak spirit stand Stanza star stopped strength strong suffer sweet tell tender tent thee things thou thought thy love till turn vision vital voice weak whole wild wine witnesses wonder XVIII yearning young
6 ページ - And I paused, held my breath in such silence, and listened apart; And the tent shook, for mighty Saul shuddered: and sparkles 'gan dart From the jewels that woke in his turban, at once with a start, All its lordly male-sapphires, and rubies courageous at heart. So the head: but the body still moved not, still hung there erect.
xii ページ - Tis the weakness in strength that I cry for ! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead ! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee : a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever ! a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
xiii ページ - Then I, as was meet, Knelt down to the God of my fathers, and rose on my feet, And ran o'er the sand burnt to powder. The tent was unlooped...
x ページ - No spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. Oh. the wild joys of living ! the leaping from rock up to rock...
24 ページ - ... bust of stone A year's snow bound about for a breastplate, — leaves grasp of the sheet? Fold on fold all at once it crowds thunderously down to his feet, And there fronts you, stark, black, but alive yet, your mountain of old, With his rents, the successive bequeathings of ages untold...
6 ページ - And I first played the tune all our sheep know, as, one after one, So docile they come to the pen-door till folding be done. They are white and untorn by the bushes, for lo, they have fed Where the long grasses stifle the water within the stream's bed; And now one after one seeks its lodging, as star follows star Into eve and the blue far above us, - so blue and so far!
xv ページ - I played the help-tune of our reapers, their wine-song, when hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, and great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life. - And then, the last song When the dead man is praised on his journey - 'Bear, bear him along, With his few faults shut up like dead flowerets! Are balm seeds not here To console us? The land has none left such as he on the bier. Oh, would we might keep thee, my brother!