In MemoriamSilver, Burdett, 1906 - 190 psl. |
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... thee , And thou , O Lord , art more than they . 6. We have but faith : we cannot know ; For knowledge is of things we see ; And yet we trust it comes from thee , A beam in darkness : let it grow . 31 7. Let knowledge grow from more to ...
... thee , And thou , O Lord , art more than they . 6. We have but faith : we cannot know ; For knowledge is of things we see ; And yet we trust it comes from thee , A beam in darkness : let it grow . 31 7. Let knowledge grow from more to ...
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... thee . 10. Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to be loved . 11. Forgive these wild and wandering cries , Confusions of a wasted youth ...
... thee . 10. Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to be loved . 11. Forgive these wild and wandering cries , Confusions of a wasted youth ...
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... thee the clock Beats out the little lives of men . 3. O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom ; 4. And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick ...
... thee the clock Beats out the little lives of men . 3. O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom ; 4. And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick ...
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... thee now , That thou shouldst fail from thy de- sire , Who scarcely darest to inquire , What is it makes me beat so low ? ' 3. Something it is which thou hast lost , Some pleasure from thine early years . Break , thou deep vase of ...
... thee now , That thou shouldst fail from thy de- sire , Who scarcely darest to inquire , What is it makes me beat so low ? ' 3. Something it is which thou hast lost , Some pleasure from thine early years . Break , thou deep vase of ...
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... thee . 4. O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , -while thy head is bow'd , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . 5. Ye know no more than I who wrought At that last hour to please him well ...
... thee . 4. O mother , praying God will save Thy sailor , -while thy head is bow'd , His heavy - shotted hammock - shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave . 5. Ye know no more than I who wrought At that last hour to please him well ...
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Alfred Alfred Tennyson Arthur Hallam Arthur Henry Hallam blood break breath brother calm Catullus Christ Christmas Clevedon CLEVEDON COURT Compare cycle dark darken'd dead death deep despair divine doubt dream dust earth earthly elegy Emily Tennyson Eternal eyes faith fancy father feel flower friendship Gatty gloom grief half Hallam Tennyson happy hath hear heart Henry Van Dyke hope hour human idea immortality light lives Lord Lord Tennyson Lycidas lying lips marriage Memoir Memoriam memory mind mood muse Nature night o'er once peace poem poet poet's problem of Evil race refers regret Ring rise round SECTION seems Shadow sing sleep Somersby song sorrow soul spirit spring stanza star Stopford Brooke suggested sweet thee thine things thou art thought thro trance trust truth voice wild wind wisdom words wrote XXXIX XXXVII
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71 psl. - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
35 psl. - I SOMETIMES hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel ; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.
115 psl. - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
116 psl. - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
31 psl. - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : ; Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
31 psl. - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
71 psl. - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last far off at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
34 psl. - blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun : ' And all the phantom, Nature, stands With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, A hollow form with empty hands.
115 psl. - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
70 psl. - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.