 Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day.  Sermons - Page 7by Octavius Brooks Frothingham - 1874Full view - About this book
 | William De Witt Hyde - 1895 - 280 pages
...world without to satisfy the spirit within, is the halftruth of pessimism and the secret of its charm. "We demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land. Come airs and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day." The quest of pleasure in... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 388 pages
...eloquent, is well — but 't is not true ! And then we will no more be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1895 - 540 pages
...eloquent, is well — but 'tis not true ! And then we will no more be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 pages
...eloquent, is well —but 't is not true 1 And then we will no more be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupefying power; Ah yes, and they bennmb us at our call! Yet still, from time to time, vague and forlorn, From the soul's subterranean... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1896 - 380 pages
...be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand things of the hour Their stupifying power, Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call ; Yet...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare... | |
 | 1900 - 464 pages
...worship, we may well feel that there is a solemn, almost an awful, side to it. In this silence we cease to demand " Of all the thousand nothings of the hour, Their stupefying power," and we bare our souls to the mystery within us and around us, and hold our breath as it were before... | |
 | Estelle Davenport Adams - 1902 - 316 pages
...eloquent, is well — but 'tis not true ! And then we will no more be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1903 - 348 pages
...eloquent, is well — but 'tis not true ! And then we will no more be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare... | |
 | Thomas Bird Mosher - 1904 - 472 pages
...be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their stupifying power ; Ah yes, and they benumb us at our call ! Yet...depth upborne As from an infinitely distant land, Come airs, and floating echoes, and convey A melancholy into all our day. Only — but this is rare... | |
 | William Harbutt Dawson - 1904 - 552 pages
...eloquent, is well — but 't is not true ! And then we will no more be rack'd With inward striving, and demand Of all the thousand nothings of the hour Their...stupefying power ; Ah, yes, and they benumb us at our call ! In these days we hear much in praise of the " strenuous life," by which is meant the life that is... | |
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