In MemoriamEdward Moxon & Company, Dover Street., 1859 - 211 psl. |
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... lives from man to man, Aloi not from man, O Lord, to thee. Forgive my grief for one removed, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thce, and there i md him worthier to be loved. Fort o these . ...d wandering crics ...
... lives from man to man, Aloi not from man, O Lord, to thee. Forgive my grief for one removed, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I trust he lives in thce, and there i md him worthier to be loved. Fort o these . ...d wandering crics ...
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... lives of n. o not for thee the glow, the blo on. | Who changest not in any gale, Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom: And gazing on thee, sullen tree, Sick for thy stubborn hardihood, I seem to fail from ...
... lives of n. o not for thee the glow, the blo on. | Who changest not in any gale, Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom: And gazing on thee, sullen tree, Sick for thy stubborn hardihood, I seem to fail from ...
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... That makes the barren branches loud; And but for fear it is not so, The wild unrest that lives in woe Would dote and pore on yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a labouring. To-Night the winds begin to rise ...
... That makes the barren branches loud; And but for fear it is not so, The wild unrest that lives in woe Would dote and pore on yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a labouring. To-Night the winds begin to rise ...
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... lives no record of reply, Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise. From every house the neighbours met, The streets were fill'd with joyful sound, A solemn gladness even crown'd The purple brows of Olivet ...
... lives no record of reply, Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise. From every house the neighbours met, The streets were fill'd with joyful sound, A solemn gladness even crown'd The purple brows of Olivet ...
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... tears. Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, Whose loves in higher love endure ; What souls possess themselves so pure, Or is thero blessedness like theirs 1 > ,' r □□ ; . | t * o s \ - xxxiii. O Thou k2 51 v ...
... tears. Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers, Whose loves in higher love endure ; What souls possess themselves so pure, Or is thero blessedness like theirs 1 > ,' r □□ ; . | t * o s \ - xxxiii. O Thou k2 51 v ...
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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...