Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 psl. |
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... happy happier ; to teach the young and the gracious of every age to see , to think , and feel , and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous . " - It is Religious Poetry , in no narrow , technical sense of the word ; but ...
... happy happier ; to teach the young and the gracious of every age to see , to think , and feel , and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous . " - It is Religious Poetry , in no narrow , technical sense of the word ; but ...
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... happy tone Of meditation , slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone . If Thought and Love desert us , from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse : With Thought and Love companions of our way , Whate'er ...
... happy tone Of meditation , slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone . If Thought and Love desert us , from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse : With Thought and Love companions of our way , Whate'er ...
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... happy as the season fares , But thou - it is God's will - must mourn apart ! Sure hope is thine that God hath unto thee The riches of His love in Christ made krown ; Yet thou hast worthy cares - so let it be And thou - God willeth so ...
... happy as the season fares , But thou - it is God's will - must mourn apart ! Sure hope is thine that God hath unto thee The riches of His love in Christ made krown ; Yet thou hast worthy cares - so let it be And thou - God willeth so ...
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... happy voices , Thine , humming bee ! thine , joyous lark ! aloft . Oh , oft doth simple nature's voice bespeak Deep truths from which our feeble minds decline ; Truths for which intellect is all too weak , Since she is earthly while ...
... happy voices , Thine , humming bee ! thine , joyous lark ! aloft . Oh , oft doth simple nature's voice bespeak Deep truths from which our feeble minds decline ; Truths for which intellect is all too weak , Since she is earthly while ...
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... happy birth . Faith is their fix'd unswerving root , Hope their unfading flower , Fair deeds of charity their fruit , The glory of their bower . The dew of Heaven is like Thy grace , It steals in silence down ; But where it lights , the ...
... happy birth . Faith is their fix'd unswerving root , Hope their unfading flower , Fair deeds of charity their fruit , The glory of their bower . The dew of Heaven is like Thy grace , It steals in silence down ; But where it lights , the ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty behold beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child Child is Father CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face faith fear feet flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD giveth His beloved glory God's golden grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW light live look Lord love thee MATTHEW ARNOLD nest night o'er pain peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shade shine silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars strife sweet tears tender thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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