Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 psl. |
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... tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair , And shivering wolves , surprised with darkness , howl As if the sun were not . He raised his eye Soul - smitten ; for , that instant , did appear Large space ( ' mid dreadful clouds ) of ...
... tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair , And shivering wolves , surprised with darkness , howl As if the sun were not . He raised his eye Soul - smitten ; for , that instant , did appear Large space ( ' mid dreadful clouds ) of ...
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... tear thy strongest limbs apart ! The very wind thou once wast proud To mock at , while it whistled round , Now rolls thee with the meaner crowd Of autumn refuse o'er the ground . Tell me what years have slipped between Thine earlier and ...
... tear thy strongest limbs apart ! The very wind thou once wast proud To mock at , while it whistled round , Now rolls thee with the meaner crowd Of autumn refuse o'er the ground . Tell me what years have slipped between Thine earlier and ...
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... tear or thoughtful sigh ; Wherever Death cuts down the tree , The tree must fall and , falling , lie . Yet may I take , when I depart , At least thy comfort , to have borne , While yet I lived , a stalwart heart , Of gentler graces ...
... tear or thoughtful sigh ; Wherever Death cuts down the tree , The tree must fall and , falling , lie . Yet may I take , when I depart , At least thy comfort , to have borne , While yet I lived , a stalwart heart , Of gentler graces ...
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... tears . Blest is the man who with the sound of song Can charm away the heartache , and forget The frost of Penury , and the stings of Wrong , And drown the fatal whisper of Regret ! Darker are the abodes Of Kings , tho ' his be poor ...
... tears . Blest is the man who with the sound of song Can charm away the heartache , and forget The frost of Penury , and the stings of Wrong , And drown the fatal whisper of Regret ! Darker are the abodes Of Kings , tho ' his be poor ...
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... , so lavish of delight , Shall laugh and sing , yet crown their early years With those rare buds , more odorous than bright , And that wise spirit , now the growth of tears ? Ah ! vexed Life , there is no other wand SYMBOLS . 47.
... , so lavish of delight , Shall laugh and sing , yet crown their early years With those rare buds , more odorous than bright , And that wise spirit , now the growth of tears ? Ah ! vexed Life , there is no other wand SYMBOLS . 47.
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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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