The Angel World, and Other Poems

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W. Pickering, 1850 - English poetry - 111 pages
 

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Page 71 - They come from the ends of the earth, White with its aged snows; From the bounding breast of the tropic tide, Where the day-beam ever glows; From the east where first they dwelt, . , • From the north, and the south, and the west, Where the sun puts on his robe of light, And lays down his crown to rest.
Page 104 - Of that self blessedness wherein abides Our God, all kind, all loving, all beloved ;— To feel life one great ritual, and its laws, Writ in the vital rubric of the blood, Flow in obedience and flow out command, In sealike circulation ; and be here Accepted as a gift by Him who gives An empire as an alms, nor counts it aught, So long as all His creatures joy in Him, The great Rejoicer of the Universe, Whom all the boundless spheres of Being bless.
Page 71 - Prom the north, and the south, and the west, Where the sun puts on his robe of light, And lays down his crown to rest. Out of every land they come ; Where the palm triumphant grows, Where the vine overshadows the roofs and the hills, And the...
Page 42 - And have denied the eye of light no more, Yet was I there to slay as well as save. The lance of light I couched ; and straight my steed, Who knew instinctive all his dread devoir, Drove on like an inevitable storm ; — The weight behind propelled the point before Through the whole monstrous mass, till in the heart, Quivering it stood, triumphant. Down then dropped The soulless corse. The beauteous captive's bonds I, instant, burst, and...
Page 78 - This very day," her lover said, " Will Venice go the sea to wed." " Now tell me lady what to do, To win this hand of thine ; I'll risk both soul and body too, For such a prize divine." " I'll have the bridal ring," said she, " Wherewith the Doge will wed the* sea.
Page 3 - From his fair forehoad rippling round his neck ; Bedropt, defiled, with cold and cave-like dew. One hand a staff of virent emerald held As 'twere a sapling of the tree of life, And one smoothed in his breast a radiant dove Fluttering its wings in lightnings thousand-hued, The solo companion of his pilgrimage. Silent he stood and gazed.
Page 72 - And the marble white as the still moonlight Is quarried, and jetty coal ; — They come — with a gladdening shout ; They come — with a tear of joy ; Father and daughter, youth and maid, Mother and blooming boy. A thousand dwellings they leave, Dwellings — but not a home ; To them there is none but the sacred soil, And the land whereto they come. And the Temple again shall be built, And filled as it was of yore ; And the burden be lift from the heart of the world, And the nations all adore ;...
Page 92 - I look, he comes to kiss her tears, And soothe her with his song. The moon in pearly light may steep The still blue air ; The rose hath ceased to droop and weep, For lo I her love is there.
Page 8 - With haney, nectar, manna, milk and wine, Fit for angelic sustenance, slow flowed. Here palaces and cities, midst of groves, Like giant jewels set in emerald rings ; There, too, the bowery coverture of woods, Ancient and dense, laced with all-tinted flowers, Wherein were wont to sojourn, in all peace, Lamb, lion, eagle, ox, dove, serpent, goat, And snow-white hart, each sacred animal, Cleansed from all evil quality...
Page 108 - I can scarcely trust myself to say how much I admire it, for fear of falling into extravagance.

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