 My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind.  The Catholic Anthology - Page 292publié par - 1927 - 552 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | 1914 - 540 pages
...not to embrace as Love wist to invite.' He is left at the end with heart a stagnant fount of tears, ' spilt down ever ' From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind.' Nor is his mood more attuned to Nature than to the children whose ' eyes have dulled a firmament '... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1893 - 140 pages
...weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah ! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its...that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is ; what is to be ? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ? I dimly guess what Time in... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1893 - 98 pages
...weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah ! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its own to mount ? Ah! must— Designer infinite!— 53 My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein... | |
 | Gertrude Colmore - 1894 - 394 pages
...the passion of a love that was too strong to cease and too little strong to forgive. CHAPTER XXIII. My freshness spent its wavering shower 'i the dust ; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches... | |
 | 1917 - 298 pages
...the emotions was, only a Thompson can adequately portray. In a burst of passion, he boldly exclaims : "Ah! must — Designer infinite! — Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?" Ere the spiritual can triumph, the material must be entirely eradicated. How this is to be effected,... | |
 | Henry Charles Beeching - 1903 - 454 pages
...weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah ! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its...that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is ; what is it to be ? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ? I dimly guess what Time... | |
 | Charles Wesley Emerson - 1905 - 142 pages
...pulled my life upon me ; grimmed with smears, I stand amid the dust o' the moulded years — VIII. Designer infinite ! — Ah ! must Thou char the wood...that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste ihe rind ? I dimly gueoS what Time in mists... | |
 | Francis Thompson - 1908 - 176 pages
...too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its...that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. j. • Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time... | |
 | Roberto Bracco - 1908 - 156 pages
...— and we are tempted to echo his own words, written in retrospect, yet felt none the less keenly: ' Ah ! must — Designer infinite! — Ah ! must thou char the wood ere thou canst limn with it ?' It is now for us to turn to his poems, that we may see the wonders he has accomplished in so brief... | |
 | 1910 - 332 pages
...too weak account For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed. Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its...that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time in mists... | |
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