This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ...to stand supreme at his solstice! L'ENVOI. i. Mat-time and August, November, and over the winter to May-time, Year after year, or shaken by nearness of imminent battle, Or as remote from the stir as an isle of the sleepy Pacilic, Here, at least, I have tasted peace in the pauses of labor, Kest as of sleep, the gradual ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 Excerpt: ...to stand supreme at his solstice! L'ENVOI. i. Mat-time and August, November, and over the winter to May-time, Year after year, or shaken by nearness of imminent battle, Or as remote from the stir as an isle of the sleepy Pacilic, Here, at least, I have tasted peace in the pauses of labor, Kest as of sleep, the gradual growth of deliberate Nature. Here, escaped from the conflict of taste, the confusion of voices Heard in a land where the form of Art abides as a stranger, Come to me definite hopes and clearer possible duties, Faith in the steadfast service, content with tardy achievement. Here, in men, I have found the elements working as elsewhere, Ever betraying the surge and swell of invisible currents, Which, from beneath, from the deepest bases of thought in the people, Press, and heavy with change, and tilled with visions unspoken, Bear us onward to shape the formless face of the Future. II. Now, if the tree I planted for mine must shadow another's, If the uncounted tender memories, sown with the seasons, Filling the webs of ivy, the grove, the terrace of roses. Clothing the lawn with unwithering green, the orchard with blossoms, Singing a finer song to the exquisite motion of waters, Breathmg profounder calm from the dark Dodonian oak-trees, Now must be lost, till, haply, the hearts of others renew them, --Yet we have had and enjoyed, we have and enjoy them forever. Drops from the bough the fruit that here was sunnily ripened: Other will grow as well on the westward slope of the garden. Sorrowing not, nor driven forth by the sword of an angel, Nay, but borne by a fuller tide as a ship from the harbor, Slowly out of our eyes the pastoral bliss of the landscape Fades, and is dim, and sinks below the rim of the ocean. in. Sorrowing not, I have said: with t...
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