In MemoriamEdward Moxon & Company, Dover Street., 1859 - 211 psl. |
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... breath, What whispers from thy lying ii^ I ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all ...
... breath, What whispers from thy lying ii^ I ' The stars,' she whispers, ' blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all ...
20 psl.
... breathing voice. Come Time, and teach me, many years, I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things soeni, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears ; ' My fancies time to rise on wing, And glance about Vk„ 20 XIII. ...
... breathing voice. Come Time, and teach me, many years, I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things soeni, Mine eyes have leisure for their tears ; ' My fancies time to rise on wing, And glance about Vk„ 20 XIII. ...
30 psl.
... And hear the ritual of the dead. Ah yet, ev'n yet, if this might be, I, falling on his faithful heart, Would breathing thro' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me ; That dies not, but endures with pain, And slowly forms 30.
... And hear the ritual of the dead. Ah yet, ev'n yet, if this might be, I, falling on his faithful heart, Would breathing thro' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me ; That dies not, but endures with pain, And slowly forms 30.
33 psl.
... at their fountain freeze : For by the hearth the children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death, And scarce endure to draw the breath, Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : But open converse is there mone, . So much the 33.
... at their fountain freeze : For by the hearth the children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death, And scarce endure to draw the breath, Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : But open converse is there mone, . So much the 33.
33 psl.
... their fountain freeze : r'or by the hearth the children sit fold in that, atmosphere of Death, And scaree endure to draw the breath, Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : But open converge is there none, So much the vital XX. ...
... their fountain freeze : r'or by the hearth the children sit fold in that, atmosphere of Death, And scaree endure to draw the breath, Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : But open converge is there none, So much the vital XX. ...
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answer beat bells blood break breast breath bring calm cares cast cold dark dead dear Death deep desire doubt draw dream dust dying earth eyes face fail fair faith fall fancy fear feel field flower grace grave grief grow half hands happy hath hear heard heart hills hold hope hour human land leave less light lives look lost meet memory mind moon move nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace race range regret rest Ring rise round Shadow shore side sing sits sleep song sorrow soul speak spirit spring star strange summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand thro touch true trust truth turn unto voice wave whisper wild wind wings wisdom wood wrought
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68 psl. - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God. I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope. And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
66 psl. - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
62 psl. - Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of being slow.
124 psl. - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
42 psl. - THOU that after toil and storm *Mayst seem to have reach'da purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form, Leave thou thy sister when she prays Her early heaven, her happy views ; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days. Her faith thro' form is pure as thine, Her hands are quicker unto good.
114 psl. - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
112 psl. - The dawn, the dawn,' and died away; And East and West, without a breath, Mixt their dim lights, like life and death, To broaden into boundless day.
36 psl. - A time to sicken and to swoon, When Science reaches forth her arms To feel from world to world, and charms Her secret from the latest moon ? ' Behold, ye speak an idle thing: Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing...
70 psl. - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
26 psl. - Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be ? Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm ; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven...