In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 210 psl. |
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... shaken into frost ! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes ; With morning wakes the will , and cries , Thou shall not be the fool of loss . ' V. I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put IV. ...
... shaken into frost ! Such clouds of nameless trouble cross All night below the darken'd eyes ; With morning wakes the will , and cries , Thou shall not be the fool of loss . ' V. I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put IV. ...
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... morning wore To evening , but some heart did break . O father , wheresoe'er thou be , That pledgest now thy gallant son ; A shot , ere half thy draught be done Hath still'd the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save ...
... morning wore To evening , but some heart did break . O father , wheresoe'er thou be , That pledgest now thy gallant son ; A shot , ere half thy draught be done Hath still'd the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save ...
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... thing I creep At earliest morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again , And ghastly thro ' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day . VIII . A HAPPY lover who has come To look 9.
... thing I creep At earliest morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again , And ghastly thro ' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day . VIII . A HAPPY lover who has come To look 9.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Than if with thee the roaring wells Should gulf him fathom - deep in brine ; And hands so often clasp'd in mine , Should toss with tangle and with shells . XI . CALM is the morn without a sound , 15.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Than if with thee the roaring wells Should gulf him fathom - deep in brine ; And hands so often clasp'd in mine , Should toss with tangle and with shells . XI . CALM is the morn without a sound , 15.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XI . CALM is the morn without a sound , Calm as to suit a calmer grief , And only thro ' the faded leaf The chesnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold , And on these dews that ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XI . CALM is the morn without a sound , Calm as to suit a calmer grief , And only thro ' the faded leaf The chesnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold , And on these dews that ...
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ambrosial beat Behold bells bliss blood bloom blow break breast breath bring brows calm chaff cloud cold crown'd Danube dark darken'd dead dear Death deep dipt divine doubt dream dust dying earth ev'n evermore eyes fades fair faith faithless fall fall'n fancy fear flower gloom grave grief half hand happy happy days happy hour harp hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope Hope and Fear hour human land leaf leave light linnet lips lives look look'd love thee mind moon morn move Muse night o'er pain peace race regret rest rills Ring rise round seem'd Seraphic shade Shadow shore sing sleep song sorrow soul star sweet tears thine things thou art thought thro touch touch'd trance trust truth unto voice walk'd weep whisper WHITEFRIARS wild wild bells wind wings wisdom words wrought yonder
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1 psl. - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
210 psl. - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
88 psl. - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...
32 psl. - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
67 psl. - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that ' this is I : ' But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of ' I,' and ' me,' And finds ' I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch...
76 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 destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
159 psl. - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace...
143 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
185 psl. - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.