England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction

Donovan, Volume 3 (of 3)

Then fiercely we dig the fountain, Oh! whence do the waters rise? Then panting we climb the mountain, Oh! are there indeed blue skies? And we dig till the soul is weary, Nor find the waters out! And we climb till all is dreary, And still the sky is a doubt.

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I.

Then fiercely we dig the fountain, Oh! whence do the waters rise? Then panting we climb the mountain, Oh! are there indeed blue skies? And we dig till the soul is weary, Nor fin...

2. CHAPTER II.

You well might fear, if love's sole claim Were to be happy; but true love Takes joy as solace, not as aim, And looks beyond, and looks above; And sometimes through the bitterest...

3. did. They talked on subjects grave and gay, discussed religion and

politics, argued earnestly or merrily on every imaginable topic, each with a hardly confessed interest in the other's opinion. But Donovan was still at times conscious of a cert...

4. CHAPTER III.

When, after spending a winter in the sunny south, beneath clear blue skies and constant sunshine, the traveller returns to the capricious springtide of the north, the violent co...

5. CHAPTER IV.

Charity is greater than justice? Yes, it is greater, it is the summit of justice--it is the temple of which justice is the foundation. But you cannot have the top without the bo...

6. CHAPTER V.

Wonder it is to see in diverse mindes How diversely love doth his pageants play, And shewes his powre in variable kindes: The baser wit, whose ydle thoughts alway Are wont to cl...

7. CHAPTER VI.

London was shrouded in the murkiest of November fogs; Donovan groped his way with some difficulty down York Road, opened the door of his lodgings with a latch key, made his way...

8. CHAPTER VII.

As for me, I honour, in these loud babbling days, all the Silent rather. A grand Silence that of Romans;--nay, the grandest of all, is it not that of the gods!

9. CHAPTER VIII.

The encounter with Pat served to turn Donovan's thoughts for a short time from his trouble, it made him realise that there were other beings in the world besides Tremains, men,...

10. CHAPTER IX.

Thou art no Sabbath drawler of old saws, Distill'd from some worm-canker'd homily; But spurr'd at heart to fieriest energy To embattail and to wall about thy cause With iron-wor...

11. CHAPTER X.

Skilful alike with tongue and pen, He preached to all men everywhere The Gospel of the Golden Rule, The new commandment given to men, Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would...

12. CHAPTER XI.

What we love perfectly, for its own sake We love, and not our own, being ready thus Whate'er self-sacrifice is ask'd to make; That which is best for it is best for us. R. SOUTHEY.

13. CHAPTER XII.

We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight will'd Can be throu...

14. CHAPTER XIII.

"Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. * * * * * * * * For while the...

15. CHAPTER XIV.

England was just at this time engaged in a contest of which Donovan very strongly disapproved, but perhaps his political views only increased the desire which had arisen within...

16. CHAPTER XV.

O Beauty, old yet ever new! Eternal Voice and Inward Word, The Logos of the Greek and Jew, The old sphere music which the Samian heard. Truth which the sage and prophet saw, Lon...

17. CHAPTER XVI.

Life has two ecstatic moments, one when the spirit catches sight of Truth, the other when it recognises a kindred spirit....... Perhaps it is only in the land of Truth that spir...

18. CHAPTER XVII.

But Thou wilt sin and grief destroy; That so the broken bones may joy, And tune together in a well-set song, Full of His praises, Who dead men raises. Fractures well cured make...

19. CHAPTER XVIII.

O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee; come, Yield thyself up! My...