In MemoriamEdward Moxon & Company, Dover Street., 1859 - 211 psl. |
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... hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why; }He thinks he was not made to die ; All I thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
... hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why; }He thinks he was not made to die ; All I thou hast made him : thou art just. Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. So kind an office hath been done, Such precious relics brought by thee; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. XVIII. 'Tis well ; 'tis something ; we may stand 29.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. So kind an office hath been done, Such precious relics brought by thee; The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run. XVIII. 'Tis well ; 'tis something ; we may stand 29.
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... dust : I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing: And one is glad ; her note is gay, For now her little ones have ranged ; And one is sad ; her note is changed, Because her brood is stol'm away. 37 xx II. The path ...
... dust : I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing: And one is glad ; her note is gay, For now her little ones have ranged ; And one is sad ; her note is changed, Because her brood is stol'm away. 37 xx II. The path ...
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... dust I do hut sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing : I. And one is glad ; her note is gav, For now her little ones have ranged ; And one is sad ; her note is changed, Because her brood is stol'n away. ' . m. - XXII ...
... dust I do hut sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing : I. And one is glad ; her note is gav, For now her little ones have ranged ; And one is sad ; her note is changed, Because her brood is stol'n away. ' . m. - XXII ...
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... dust and ashes all that is ; This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks | In some wild Poet, when he works t| Without a conscience or an aim. What then were God to such as I ? "Twere hardly worth my while to ...
... dust and ashes all that is ; This round of green, this orb of flame, Fantastic beauty; such as lurks | In some wild Poet, when he works t| Without a conscience or an aim. What then were God to such as I ? "Twere hardly worth my while to ...
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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...