The Life of James Thomson ("B. V."): With a Selection from His Letters and a Study of His Writings |
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Page 232 - As I came through the desert thus it was, As I came through the desert...
Page 231 - Doth glow or gleam athwart the mirk air cast. The street-lamps burn amidst the baleful glooms, Amidst the soundless solitudes immense Of ranged mansions dark and still as tombs. The silence which benumbs or strains the sense Fulfils with awe the soul's despair unweeping : Myriads of habitants are ever sleeping, Or dead, or fled from nameless pestilence...
Page 184 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Page 236 - This little life is all we must endure, The grave's most holy peace is ever sure, We fall asleep and never wake again ; Nothing is of us but the mouldering flesh, Whose elements dissolve and merge afresh In earth, air, water, plants, and other men.
Page 57 - Let my voice ring out and over the earth, Through all the grief and strife, With a golden joy in a silver mirth : Thank God for Life ! Let my voice swell out through the great abyss To the azure dome above, With a chord of faith in the harp of bliss : Thank God for Love ! Let my voice thrill out beneath and above, The whole world through : O my Love and Life, O my Life and Love, Thank God for you ! XVIII.
Page 108 - Words cannot picture her ; but all men know That solemn sketch the pure sad artist wrought Three centuries and threescore years ago, With phantasies of his peculiar thought...
Page 202 - As we rush, as we rush in the Train, The trees and the houses go wheeling back, But the starry heavens above the plain Come flying on our track.
Page 292 - Vittoria" in the Secularist (No. 10, March 4), entitled Portrait of Mazzini and Mazzini and Italy. He loves to suggest by flying touches rather than slowly elaborate. To those who are quick to follow his suggestions he gives in a few winged words the very spirit of a scene, the inmost secret of a mood or passion, as no other living writer I am acquainted with can. His name and various passages in his works reveal Welsh blood, more swift and fiery and imaginative than the English. And he says in the...
Page 200 - There was a Fountain long ago, A fountain of perpetual flow, Whose purest springlets had their birth Deep in the bosom of the earth. Its joyous wavering silvery shaft To all the beams of morning laughed, Its steadfast murmurous crystal column Was loved by all the' moonbeams solemn ; From morn to eve it fell again A singing many-jewelled rain, From eve to morn it charmed the hours With whispering dew and diamond showers ; Crowned...
Page 204 - I know what is and what has been; Not anything to me comes strange, Who in so many years have seen And lived through every kind of change. I know when men are good or bad. When well or ill, he slowly said; When sad or glad, when sane or mad, And when they sleep alive or dead.