ISBN: 9780217672153

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...For either, what most lived within each breast They let be seen: yet every human test Demanding righteousness approved them good. She leaned on a strong arm, and little feared Abandonment to help if heaved or sank Her heart at intervals while Love looked blank, Life rosier were she but less revered. An arm that never shook did not obscure Her woman''s intuition of the bliss--Their tempter''s moment o''er the black abyss, Across the narrow plank--he could abjure. Then came a day that clipped for him the thread, And their first touch of lips, as he lay cold, Was all of earthly in their love untold, Beyond all earthly known to them who wed. So has there come the gust at South-west flung By sudden volt on eves of freezing mist, When sister snowflake sister snowdrop kissed, And one passed out, and one the bell-head hung. SONG IN THE SONGLESS They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing. It is within my breast they sing, As I pass by. Within my breast they tonch a string, They wake a sigh. There is but sound of sedges dry; In me they sing. UNION IN DISSEVERANCE Sunset worn to its last vermilion he; She that star overhead in slow descent: That white star with the front of angel she; He undone in his rays of glory spent. Halo, fair as the bow-shot at his rise, He casts round her, and knows his hour of rest Incomplete, were the light for which he dies, Less like joy of the dove that wings to nest. Lustrous momently, near on earth she sinks; Life''s full throb over breathless and abased: Yet stand they, though impalpable the links, One, more one than the bridally embraced. THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know Thy part is to uplift the trodden low; Else in a giant''s grasp until the end A hopeless wrestler... George Meredith, Books, Fiction and Literature, A Reading of Life Books>Fiction and Literature Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE NIGHT-WALK Awakes for me and leaps from shroud All radiantly the moon's own night Of folded showers in streamer cloud; Our shadows down the highway white, Or deep in woodland woven-boughed, With yon and yon a stem alight. I see marauder runagates Across us shoot their dusky wink; I hear the parliament of chats In haws beside the river's brink; And drops the vole off alder-banks, To push his arrow through the stream. These busy people had our thanks For tickling sight and sound, but theme They were not more than breath we drew Delighted with our world's embrace: The moss-root smell where beeches grew, And watered grass in breezy space; The silken heights, of ghostly bloom Among their folds, by distance draped. 'Twas Youth, rapacious to consume, That cried to have its chaos shaped: Absorbing, little noting, still Enriched, and thinking it bestowed; With wistful looks on each far hill For something hidden, something owed. Unto his mantled sister, Day Had given the secret things we sought; And she was grave and saintly gay; At times she fluttered, spoke her thought; She flew on it, then folded wings, In meditation passing lone, To breathe around the secret things, Which have no word, and yet are known; Of thirst for them are known, as air Is health in blood: we gained enough By this to feel it honest fare; Impalpable, not barren, stuff. A pride of legs in motion kept Our spirits to their task meanwhile, And what was deepest dreaming slept: The posts that named the swallowed mile; Beside the straight canal the hut Abandoned; near the river's source Its infant chirp; the shortest cut; The roadway missed; were our discourse; At times dear poets, whom some view Transcendent or subdued evoked To speak the memorable, the true, The luminous as a moon unclo...<

ISBN: 9780217672153

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...For either, what most lived within each breast They let be seen: yet every human test Demanding righteousness approved them good. She leaned on a strong arm, and little feared Abandonment to help if heaved or sank Her heart at intervals while Love looked blank, Life rosier were she but less revered. An arm that never shook did not obscure Her woman''s intuition of the bliss--Their tempter''s moment o''er the black abyss, Across the narrow plank--he could abjure. Then came a day that clipped for him the thread, And their first touch of lips, as he lay cold, Was all of earthly in their love untold, Beyond all earthly known to them who wed. So has there come the gust at South-west flung By sudden volt on eves of freezing mist, When sister snowflake sister snowdrop kissed, And one passed out, and one the bell-head hung. SONG IN THE SONGLESS They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing. It is within my breast they sing, As I pass by. Within my breast they tonch a string, They wake a sigh. There is but sound of sedges dry; In me they sing. UNION IN DISSEVERANCE Sunset worn to its last vermilion he; She that star overhead in slow descent: That white star with the front of angel she; He undone in his rays of glory spent. Halo, fair as the bow-shot at his rise, He casts round her, and knows his hour of rest Incomplete, were the light for which he dies, Less like joy of the dove that wings to nest. Lustrous momently, near on earth she sinks; Life''s full throb over breathless and abased: Yet stand they, though impalpable the links, One, more one than the bridally embraced. THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know Thy part is to uplift the trodden low; Else in a giant''s grasp until the end A hopeless wrestler... George Meredith, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, Literary, A Reading of Life Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction>Literary, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9780217672153

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … More...

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ...For either, what most lived within each breast They let be seen: yet every human test Demanding righteousness approved them good. She leaned on a strong arm, and little feared Abandonment to help if heaved or sank Her heart at intervals while Love looked blank, Life rosier were she but less revered. An arm that never shook did not obscure Her woman''s intuition of the bliss--Their tempter''s moment o''er the black abyss, Across the narrow plank--he could abjure. Then came a day that clipped for him the thread, And their first touch of lips, as he lay cold, Was all of earthly in their love untold, Beyond all earthly known to them who wed. So has there come the gust at South-west flung By sudden volt on eves of freezing mist, When sister snowflake sister snowdrop kissed, And one passed out, and one the bell-head hung. SONG IN THE SONGLESS They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing. It is within my breast they sing, As I pass by. Within my breast they tonch a string, They wake a sigh. There is but sound of sedges dry; In me they sing. UNION IN DISSEVERANCE Sunset worn to its last vermilion he; She that star overhead in slow descent: That white star with the front of angel she; He undone in his rays of glory spent. Halo, fair as the bow-shot at his rise, He casts round her, and knows his hour of rest Incomplete, were the light for which he dies, Less like joy of the dove that wings to nest. Lustrous momently, near on earth she sinks; Life''s full throb over breathless and abased: Yet stand they, though impalpable the links, One, more one than the bridally embraced. THE BURDEN OF STRENGTH If that thou hast the gift of strength, then know Thy part is to uplift the trodden low; Else in a giant''s grasp until the end A hopeless wrestler... George Meredith, Books, Fiction and Literature, A Reading of Life Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<