Parables. Ballads. Scotch Songs and Ballads

Parables. Ballads. Scotch Songs and Ballads

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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. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... bending to my prison-hut forlorn, As if with power of eyes they would have healed My troubled heart--making it like their own, In which the bitter fountain had been sealed, And the life-giving water flowed alone! With what I thus beheld, glorified then--" God, let me love my fill and pass!" I sighed, And dead, for love had almost died again. " O fathers, brothers, I am yours!" I cried; " O mothers, sisters, I am nothing now Save as I am yours, and in you sanctified! O men, O women, of the peaceful brow, And infinite abysses in the eyes, Whence God's ineffable gazes on me! how Care ye for me, impassioned and unwise? Oh ever draw my heart out after you! Ever, O grandeur, thus before me rise, And I need nothing!--not even for love will sue! I am no more, and love is all in all. Henceforth there is, there can be nothing new--All things are always new." Then, like the fall Of a steep avalanche, my joy fell steep: Up in my spirit rose as it were the call Of an old sorrow from an ancient deep; For when my eyes fixed on the eyes of hirn Whom I had loved before I learned to creep'God's vicar in his twilight nursery dim, To gather us about the Saviour's knee--I saw a something fill their azure rim That caught him worlds and years away from me; And like a javelin once more through me passed The pang that pierced me walking on the sea. " O saints!" I cried, " must loss be still the last?" XVII. When I said this, the cloud of witnesses Turned all their facespsideways, and grew dim--So that I saw but half of their sweet bliss, And dim as the old moon in the new moon's rim. On every outline 'gan to glimmer and swim, Faint as the young moon, threadlike on more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236829751
  • 9781236829757