Robert Williams Buchanan
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And that loveliness is enough.
Robert Williams Buchanan (August 18, 1841 – June 10, 1901) was a Scottish poet, novelist and dramatist.
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- All that is beautiful shall abide,
All that is base shall die.- Balder the Beautiful (1877)
- I saw the starry Tree
Eternity
Put forth the blossom Time.- "Proteus" in The Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan (1884).
- Full of a sweet indifference.
- Charmian.
- I say the world is lovely
And that loveliness is enough.- Artist and Model.
- Believing hath a core of unbelieving.
- Songs of Seeking.
- A race that binds
Its body in chains and calls them Liberty,
And calls each fresh link Progress.- Political Mystics. Titan and Avatar.
- Their hearts and sentiments were free, their appetites were hearty.
- City of the Saints.
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- Lo, the book I hold here,
In the city cold here !I hold it with a gentle hand and love it as I may;
Lo, the weary moments!
Lo, the icy comments!
And lo, false Fortune's knife of gold swift-lifted up to slay!Has the strife no ending?
Has the song no meaning?Linger I, idle as of old, while men are reaping or gleaning ?
- "To David in Heaven", St. 9
- Upward my face I turn to you,
I long for you, I yearn to you,
The spectral vision trances me to utt'rance wild and weak;
It is not that I mourn you,
To mourn you were to scorn you,
For you are one step nearer to the beauty singers seek.
But I want, and cannot see you,
I seek and cannot find you,
And, see! I touch the book of songs you tenderly left behind you!- "To David in Heaven", St. 10
- I, who loved and knew you,
In the city that slew you,
Still hunger on, and thirst, and climb, proud-hearted and alone:Serpent-fears enfold me,
Syren-visions hold me,
And, like a wave, I gather strength, and gathering
strength, I moan;
Yea, the pale moon beckons,
Still I follow, aching,
And gather strength, only to make a louder moan, in breaking!- "To David in Heaven", St. 13
- Tho' the world could turn from you,
This, at least, I learn from you:
Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought,
The singer, upward-springing,
Is grander than his singing,
And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought.
This, at least, you teach me,
In a revelation:
That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration.- "To David in Heaven", St. 14
