Poems: Paracelsus

Ticknor, Reed and Fields, 1850

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Page 148 - ... in man's self arise August anticipations, symbols, types Of a dim splendour ever on before In that eternal circle life pursues. / For men begin to pass their nature's bound, And find new hopes and cares which fast supplant Their proper joys and griefs ; they grow too great For narrow creeds of right and wrong, which fade Before the unmeasured thirst for good : while peace Rises within them ever more and more. Such men are even now upon the earth, Serene amid the half-formed creatures round Who...
Page 165 - DAY! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last : Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay. For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed...
Page 53 - Love me henceforth, Aprile, while I learn To love ; and, merciful God, forgive us both ! We wake at length from weary dreams ; but both Have slept in fairy-land : though dark and drear Appears the world before us, we no less Wake with our wrists and ancles jewelled still. I, too, have sought to KNOW as thou to LOVE — Excluding love as thou refusedst knowledge. Still thou hast beauty and I, power. We wake : What penance canst devise for both of us ? Apr.
Page 21 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way — I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow, In some time — his good time — I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time i Mich.
Page 81 - I cannot feed on beauty for the sake Of beauty only, nor can drink in balm From lovely objects for their loveliness ; My nature cannot lose her first imprint ; I...
Page 27 - Blinds it, and makes all error : and ' to know ' Rather consists in opening out a way Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape, Than in effecting entry for a light Supposed to be without.
Page 27 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe : There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness...
Page 152 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast ; its splendor, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day.
Page 151 - Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do their best to climb and get to him.
Page 112 - But the heaving sea was black behind For many a night and many a day, And land, though but a rock, drew nigh...

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