Haunts of ancient peace, by the author of 'The garden that I love'. by A. Austin1908 |
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150 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chaldea's seers are good But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood, Untold and awful still. And Babel's men of age Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage, They saw — but knew no more. A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the king's command, He saw that writing's truth. The lamps around were bright The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night, — The morrow proved it true. " Belshazzar's grave is made, His kingdom passed away, He in the balance...
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand : The fingers of a man ; — A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand.
89 ÆäÀÌÁö - So soft her tread, no nautilus that skims With sail more silent than her liquid limbs. Her hair so golden that, did slanting eve With a stray curl its sunlight interweave, Smit with surprise, you gazed, but could not guess Which the warm sunbeam, which the warmer tress. Her presence was low music ; when she went, She left behind a dreamy discontent, As sad as silence when a song is spent.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - BELSHAZZAR the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand. Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which his father Nebuchadnezzar had taken out of the temple which was in Jerusalem ; that the king, and his princes, his wives, and his concubines, might drink therein.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... add a thing or two yet, if possible, but am much taken up with painting. Did you see some sonnets of mine in the Fortnightly nearly a year ago ? I had tried to make them as perfect as in me lay, and have a good number in the volume. " Swinburne wishes to ' do ' my book in the Fortnightly, and Morris elsewhere ; and if these and yours, with perhaps another or so, could appear at once, certain spite which I judge to be brewing in at least one quarter might find itself at fault.