The Works of George Eliot: The legend of Jubal, and other poemsW. Blackwood, 1879 |
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Agatha angel Antonio Stradivari ARMGART aught beauteous birds blent bliss breast breath child COUNTESS LINDA cries dark dear death deep delight divine dream earth eyes face faith far-off feed feel Fidelio flowers gaze GEORGE ELIOT give glad glory glow Gluck GRAF grew growing Guildenstern hand happy hear heart heaven hold honour human idlesse Jubal king Laertes light limbs Lisa LISA LOVED Lisa's listened live look louis d'ors lyre maid man's mighty Minuccio morning Moses Naldo never night nought o'er Orpheus Osric pain passion paused poor pray rapture Rosencranz seemed sense sentience shape Sicily sing smiles song soul speech star strain strong sway sweet tell thee things thou thought touch truth Tubal-Cain turned Twas Twixt vegetarian violins vision voice WALPURGA warm wings woman wonder word worship wrought yearning young youth
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Page 301 - O May I Join The Choir Invisible! O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence...
Page 301 - 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.
Page 215 - Twixt chin and hand a violin of mine. He will be glad that Stradivari lived, Made violins, and made them of the best. The masters only know whose work is good : They will choose mine, and while God gives them skill I give them instruments to play upon, God choosing me to help Him.
Page 303 - That better self shall live till human Time Shall fold its eyelids, and the human sky Be gathered like a scroll within the tomb Unread forever. This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow.
Page 130 - The prouder queenly work that paid itself And yet was overpaid with men's applause? Are you no longer chartered, privileged, But sunk to simple woman's penury, To ruthless Nature's chary average — Where is the rebel's right for you alone? Noble rebellion lifts a common load; But what is he who flings his own load off And leaves his fellows toiling? Rebel's right? Say rather, the deserter's. Oh, you smiled From your clear height on all the million lots Which yet you brand as abject.
Page 303 - May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty — Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
Page 29 - Nought but a wider earth ; until one height Showed him the ocean stretched in liquid light, And he could hear its multitudinous roar, Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore : Then Jubal silent sat, and touched his lyre no more. He thought, " the world is great, but I am weak, And where the sky bends is no solid peak To give me footing, but instead, this main, Like myriad maddened horses thundering o'er the plain.
Page 265 - TWO LOVERS Two lovers by a moss-grown spring : They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard the wooing thrushes sing. O budding time ! O love's blest prime ! Two wedded from the portal stept : The bells made happy carollings, The air was soft as fanning wings, White petals on the pathway slept. O pure-eyed bride ! O tender pride ! Two faces o'er a cradle...
Page 8 - No budding branch, no pebble from the brook, No form, no shadow, but new dearness took From the one thought that life must have an end ; And the last parting now began to send Diffusive dread through love and wedded bliss, Thrilling them into finer tenderness. Then memory disclosed her face divine, That like the calm nocturnal lights doth shine Within the soul, and shows the sacred graves, And shows the presence that no sunlight craves, No space, no warmth, but moves among them all ; Gone and yet...
Page 198 - Long years have left their writing on my brow, But yet the freshness and the dew-fed beam Of those young mornings are about me now, When we two wandered toward the far-off stream With rod and line. Our basket held a store Baked for us only, and I thought with joy That I should have my share, though he had more, Because he was the elder and a boy. The firmaments of daisies since to me Have had those mornings in their opening eyes, The bunched cowslip's pale transparency Carries that sunshine of sweet...