Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 psl. |
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... heart and mind , in our best and most earnest hours , and what has , therefore , most to do with those spiritual realities which constitute the only true life . And if , amongst the pieces included , there are some which reflect a mood ...
... heart and mind , in our best and most earnest hours , and what has , therefore , most to do with those spiritual realities which constitute the only true life . And if , amongst the pieces included , there are some which reflect a mood ...
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... heart of the true inner life of Nature and of Man , of Earth and of Heaven . The difficulty has been , as might be supposed , not to find materials for such a book , but how to select from the treasures which lie open to choose from . I ...
... heart of the true inner life of Nature and of Man , of Earth and of Heaven . The difficulty has been , as might be supposed , not to find materials for such a book , but how to select from the treasures which lie open to choose from . I ...
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... heart of Man , too strongly tried By Godlike Presences so vast and fair , Withering with dread , or sick with love's despair , Had wept for ever , or to Heaven cried , Or , struck with lightnings of delight , had died . But He , though ...
... heart of Man , too strongly tried By Godlike Presences so vast and fair , Withering with dread , or sick with love's despair , Had wept for ever , or to Heaven cried , Or , struck with lightnings of delight , had died . But He , though ...
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... heart , so full of strife , No more was in me stirred ; My life was in the river's life , And I nor saw nor heard . I and the river , we were one : The shade beneath the bank , I felt it cool ; the setting sun Into my spirit sank . A ...
... heart , so full of strife , No more was in me stirred ; My life was in the river's life , And I nor saw nor heard . I and the river , we were one : The shade beneath the bank , I felt it cool ; the setting sun Into my spirit sank . A ...
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... heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . WORDSWORTH . THE RAINBOW . My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or ...
... heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . WORDSWORTH . THE RAINBOW . My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old , Or ...
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty beloved beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear feet FELICIA HEMANS flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD 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 morn nest night o'er peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shadows shine sigh 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 thro toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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