The Shadow of the Astral: A Mystic Narrative

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Austin Publishing Company, 1921 - 330 halaman
 

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Halaman 38 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Halaman 9 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
Halaman 39 - Had half impair'd the nameless grace, Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face ; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Halaman 161 - Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Halaman 301 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
Halaman 41 - For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; Arid, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Halaman 312 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Halaman 21 - The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips, and all of great, Or good, or lovely, which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates, he felt And knew.
Halaman 137 - We are the fools of time and terror : Days Steal on us and steal from us ; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die. In all the days of this detested yoke— This Vital weight upon the struggling heart, Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain, Or joy that ends in agony or faintness — In all the days of past and future, for In life there is no present, we can number How...
Halaman 53 - Uprear'd of human hands. Come and compare Columns and idol-dwellings, Goth or Greek, With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air, Nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer.

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