Festus, a Poem

B.B. Mussey & Company, 1847 - 416 sider

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Side 80 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Side 11 - His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
Side 298 - Nay, man's chief wisdom's love — the love of God. The new religion — final, perfect, pure — Was that of Christ and love. His great command — His all-sufficing precept — was't not love ? Truly to love ourselves we must love God — • To love God we must all His creatures love — To love His creatures, both ourselves and Him. Thus love is all that's wise, fair, good, and happy.
Side 168 - Men who walk up to fame as to a friend Or their own house, which from the wrongful heir They have wrested, from the world's hard hand and gripe,— Men who, like Death, all bone, but all unarmed, Have ta'en the giant world by the throat, and thrown him; And made him swear to maintain their name and fame At peril of his life...
Side 196 - I cannot love as I have loved. And yet I know not why ; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die ; And one by one the heartstrings snap, As age comes on so chill; And hope seems left that hope may cease, And all will soon be still. And the strong passions, like to storms, Soon rage themselves to rest, Or leave a desolated...
Side 7 - Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made His prophets poets; and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power, — under-makers.
Side 288 - Our life is comely as a whole ; nay, more, Like rich brown ringlets, with odd hairs all gold. (We women have four seasons, like the year, Our spring is in our lightsome girlish days, When the heart laughs within us for sheer joy ; Ere yet we know what love is or the ill Of being loved by those whom we love not. Summer is when we love and are beloved, And seems short ; from its very splendor seems To pass the quickest ; crowned with flowers it flies.
Side 363 - When, like a drop of water, greatened bright Into a shadow, it shall shew itself With all its little tyrannous things and deeds, Unhomed and clear. The day hath gone to God, — Straight, like an infant's spirit, or a mocked And mourning messenger of grace to man. Would it had taken me too on its wing ! My end is nigh. Would I might die outright ! And slip the coil without waiting it unwind.
Side 275 - Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the King's, Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
Side 302 - And its five fingers made five flights in air. God tore the glory from the sun's broad brow, And flung the flaming scalp off flat to Hell. I saw Him do it; and it passed close by us. And then I heard a long, cold, skeleton scream, Like a trumpet whining through a catacomb, "Which made the sides of that great grave shake in.

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