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By B.K. Date: 2008 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.04.09.50.14647]] |
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1608–1674) John Milton Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633. Hope elevates And joy brightens his crest Margaret Witter Fuller I am immortal! I know it! I feel it! Hope floods my heart with delight! Running on air, mad with life, dizzy, reeling, Upward I mount—faith is sight, life is feeling, Hope is the day-star of might! Dryad Song. Stanza 1. It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal. Dryad Song. Stanza 2. Chance cannot touch me! Time cannot hush me! Fear, hope, and longing, at strife, Sink as I rise, on, on, upward forever, Gathering strength, gaining breath,—naught can sever Me from the Spirit of Life! Dryad Song. Stanza 4. Algernon Charles Swinburne. (1837–1909) From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no man lives forever, That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. ATTRIBUTION: The Garden of Proserpine. (1812–1889) Robert Browning For life, with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear (believe the aged friend), Is just our chance o’ the prize of learning love,— How love might be, hath been indeed, and is. ATTRIBUTION: A Death in the Desert. |