Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 psl. |
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... soft ideal scene , The work of Fancy , or some 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 ...
... soft ideal scene , The work of Fancy , or some 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 ...
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... soft and bright . By chance my eye fell on the stream- How many a marvellous power Sleeps in us - sleeps , and doth not dream ! This knew I in that hour . For then my heart , so full of strife , No more was in me stirred ; My life was ...
... soft and bright . By chance my eye fell on the stream- How many a marvellous power Sleeps in us - sleeps , and doth not dream ! This knew I in that hour . For then my heart , so full of strife , No more was in me stirred ; My life was ...
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... Soft falls their chant as on the nest Beneath the sunny zone ; For love that stirred it in their breast Has not aweary grown , And ' neath the city's shade can keep The well of music clear and deep . And love , that keeps the music ...
... Soft falls their chant as on the nest Beneath the sunny zone ; For love that stirred it in their breast Has not aweary grown , And ' neath the city's shade can keep The well of music clear and deep . And love , that keeps the music ...
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... Soft as Memnon's harp at morning , To the inward ear devout , Touch'd by light , with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out . Every leaf in every nook , Every wave in every brook , Chanting with a solemn voice , Minds us of ...
... Soft as Memnon's harp at morning , To the inward ear devout , Touch'd by light , with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out . Every leaf in every nook , Every wave in every brook , Chanting with a solemn voice , Minds us of ...
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Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors R. C. J.. See the soft green willow springing Where the waters gently pass , Every way her free arms flinging O'er the moist and reedy grass . Long ere winter blasts are fled , See her tipped with ...
Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors R. C. J.. See the soft green willow springing Where the waters gently pass , Every way her free arms flinging O'er the moist and reedy grass . Long ere winter blasts are fled , See her tipped with ...
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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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