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الصفحة 259 - That which ye sow ye reap. See yonder fields ! The sesamum was sesamum, the corn Was corn. The silence and the darkness knew ; So is a man's fate born.
الصفحة 280 - Within, without, is Autumn cheer, September there, September here, So tranquil and so sweet. Oft have I watched all night with grief, All night with joy, and which is best? Ah, both were sharp and both were brief, My heart was like a wind-blown leaf — I give them both for rest.
الصفحة 163 - But my being is confused with new experience, And changed to something other than it was ; And the Future with the Past is set at variance ; , And Life falters with the burthens which it has. Earth's old sins press fast behind me, weakly wailing : Faint before me fleets the good I have not done : And my search for her may still be unavailing 'Mid the spirits that are pass'd beyond the sun.
الصفحة 185 - To go on for ever and fail and go on again, And be mauled to the earth and arise, And contend for the shade of a word and a thing not seen with the eyes: With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night...
الصفحة 137 - HE wise forget, dear heart; They leave the past And play the hero's part, Brave to the last. They weep not nor regret, Calm are their eyes. Dear heart, the wise forget. — I am not wise!
الصفحة 194 - Ah, forgotten things Stumble back strangely ! and the ghost of June Stands by December's fire, cold, cold ! and puts The last spark out. — How could I sing aright With those old airs haunting me all the night And those old steps that sound when daylight shuts ? For back she comes, and moves reproachfully, The mistress of my moods, and looks bereft (Cruel to the last!) as tho...
الصفحة 90 - ... Noble, however, as this foundation of uprightness always is, there may arise from it a self-estimate too proud and firm. / If the stern consciousness of personal worth have no kindling of diviner aspiration, it will give the lofty sense of personal merit that makes the stoic and misses the saint. We do nothing well till we know our worth ; nothing best till we forget it" One could hardty expect Parkman to resign his will, the supreme attribute of his being; and if sainthood demands.
الصفحة 171 - Oh, by that hour when all I aimed to be I did appear, by that remember me.