In MemoriamEdward Moxon & Company, Dover Street., 1859 - 211 psl. |
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... springs To bear thro' Heaven a tale of woe, Some dolorous message knit below The wild pulsation of her wings; Like her I go ; I cannot stay; I leave this mortal ark behind, A weight of nerves without a mind, And leave the cliffs, and ...
... springs To bear thro' Heaven a tale of woe, Some dolorous message knit below The wild pulsation of her wings; Like her I go ; I cannot stay; I leave this mortal ark behind, A weight of nerves without a mind, And leave the cliffs, and ...
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... Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood ; And many an old philosophy On Argive heights divinely sang, And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady." That dies not, but endures with pain, And slowly forms 40 And many an ...
... Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood ; And many an old philosophy On Argive heights divinely sang, And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady." That dies not, but endures with pain, And slowly forms 40 And many an ...
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... Spring Moved in the cluunlvrs of the blood ; And many an old philosophy On Argivo heights divinely sang, And round us all the thicket rang To many a dute of Aready.' :j': teL. - XXIV. And was the day of my delight As pure ; 40 :j': ...
... Spring Moved in the cluunlvrs of the blood ; And many an old philosophy On Argivo heights divinely sang, And round us all the thicket rang To many a dute of Aready.' :j': teL. - XXIV. And was the day of my delight As pure ; 40 :j': ...
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... spring, But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives. If any care for what is here Survive in spirits render'd free, Then are these songs I sing of thee Not all ungrateful to thine ear. l. \ xxxix. Could we forget the ...
... spring, But in the songs I love to sing A doubtful gleam of solace lives. If any care for what is here Survive in spirits render'd free, Then are these songs I sing of thee Not all ungrateful to thine ear. l. \ xxxix. Could we forget the ...
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... springs) May some dim touch of earthly things Surprise thee ranging with thy peers. If such a dreamy touch should fall, O turn thee round, resolve the doubt ; My guardian angel will speak out In that high place, and tell thee all. r.
... springs) May some dim touch of earthly things Surprise thee ranging with thy peers. If such a dreamy touch should fall, O turn thee round, resolve the doubt ; My guardian angel will speak out In that high place, and tell thee all. r.
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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...