Parchments and portraits.- v.2. Monologues and lyricsHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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Poems: Parchments and portraits.- v. 2. Monologues and lyrics William Wetmore Story Vista completa - 1885 |
Términos y frases comunes
Athens Bacchus Barabbas beauty blood breast breviary Chersiphron Christus Church creed cried crime dare dark dead dear death dream earth ESDRA eyes face faith fate fear feel fierce flowers fool foul give gods grace hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven honest hope human idle Jerusalem Jesus Jews Judas least LEONARDO DA VINCI lift live look Lord Lucius Lysias Madonna Menander mind miracles Monsignore neath never night noble o'er offal once Orestes palimpsests parchments peace Pericles Pharisees Phidias Phryne poor praise PRAXITELES pray prayers pure rest rich robes Rome round scarce scorn scudo seek seems sense shake silence sleep smile soul speak strange sweet sword talk temple thee there's things thou thought truth unto veil voice walk wild wine words wretched
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Página 131 - O'er the mountains quivering play; Till the fiercer splendor of sunset Pours from the west its fire, And melted, as in a crucible, Their...
Página 81 - But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, and do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.
Página 146 - Phryne A THOUSAND silent years ago, The twilight faint and pale Was drawing o'er the sunset glow Its soft and shadowy veil; When from his work the Sculptor stayed His hand, and, turned to one Who stood beside him, half in shade, Said, with a sigh, " 'Tis done. " Thus much is saved from chance and change, That waits for me and thee; Thus much — how little! — from the range Of Death and Destiny. " Phryne, thy human lips shall pale, Thy rounded limbs decay, — Nor love nor prayers can aught avail...
Página 29 - His was a noble nature: frank and bold, Almost to rashness bold, yet sensitive, Who took his dreams for firm realities— Who once believing, all in all believed— Rushing at obstacles and scorning risk, Ready to venture all to gain his end, No compromise or subterfuge for him, His act went from his thought straight to the butt; Yet with this ardent and impatient mood Was joined a visionary mind that took Impressions quick and fine, yet deep as life. Therefore it was that in this subtle soil The...
Página 147 - Its peace no sorrow shall destroy ; Its beauty age shall spare The bitterness of vanished joy, The wearing waste of care. " And there upon that silent face Shall unborn ages see Perennial youth, perennial grace, And sealed serenity. " And strangers, when we sleep in peace, Shall say, not quite unmoved, ' So smiled upon Praxiteles The Phryne whom he loved ! '
Página 41 - They were standing by ; and when they saw that their master was so cruelly seized by his enemies, they rushed forward to defend him ; and Peter drew his sword, and smote the high priest's servant, and cut off his ear. The servant's name was Malchus. But Jesus said to Peter, "Put up thy sword into the sheath, and do not try to defend me. If I pleased, I could now pray to my Father, and he would directly send me a great multitude of angels. But I do not wish this. I am willing to suffer all, and to...
Página 28 - But hating lies, the simple truth will tell. ' No man can say I ever told a lie — ' I am too old now to begin. Besides, ' The truth is truth, and let the truth be told. ' Judas, I say, alone of all the men ' Who followed Christus, thought that he was God. " Some feared him for his power of miracles ; " Some were attracted by a sort of spell ; " Some followed him to hear his sweet clear voice " And gentle speaking, hearing with their ears, " And knowing not the sense of what he said, — " But one...
Página 244 - Yet, ah! despite its jeers and scoff, What virtue still within them lies! I am the poor Chiffonier! Yes ! all these shreds so spoiled and torn, These ruined rags you pass in scorn. This refuse by the highway tost, I seek that they may not be lost; And, cleansed from filth that on them lies. And purified and purged from stain. Renewed in beauty they shall rise To wear a spotless form again. I am the poor Chiffonier! HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. HAW-il.i I';.: VJj .i-KI! . !'• , ,••i K > \- l' ".'...
Página 164 - In facile natures fancies quickly grow, But such quick fancies have but little root. Soon the narcissus flowers and dies, but slow The tree whose blossoms shall mature to fruit. Grace is a moment's happy feeling, Power A life's slow growth ; and we for many an hour Must strain and toil, and wait and weep, if we The perfect fruit of all we are would see. Therefore I wait. Within my earnest thought For years upon this picture I have wrought, Yet still it is not ripe ; I dare not paint Till all is ordered...
Página 21 - Thrilled by the roaring /пяя&ш of men, — The sunlit awning heaving overhead, Swollen and strained against its corded veins, And flapping out its hem with loud report, — The wild beasts roaring from the pit below, — The wilder crowd responding from above With one long yell that sends the startled blood With thrill and sudden flush into the cheeks, — A hundred trumpets screaming, — the dull thump Of horses galloping across the sand, — The clang of scabbards, the sharp clash of steel,...