In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 126 psl. |
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... rings the gateway bell And learns her gone and far from home , He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight ; So find I every pleasant spot ...
... rings the gateway bell And learns her gone and far from home , He saddens , all the magic light Dies off at once from bower and hall , And all the place is dark , and all The chambers emptied of delight ; So find I every pleasant spot ...
105 psl.
... long forgotten mind . But what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVI . AGAIN at Christmas did we weave The holly 105.
... long forgotten mind . But what of that ? My darken'd ways Shall ring with music all the same ; To breathe my loss is more than fame , To utter love more sweet than praise . LXXVI . AGAIN at Christmas did we weave The holly 105.
126 psl.
... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point with power and grace , And music ...
... ring , And one an inner , here and there ; And last the master - bowman , he Would cleave the mark . A willing ear We lent him . Who , but hung to hear The rapt oration flowing free From point to point with power and grace , And music ...
128 psl.
... Rings Eden through the budded quicks , O tell me where the senses mix , O tell me where the passions meet , Whence radiate : fierce extremes employ Thy spirits in the dusking leaf , And in the midmost heart of grief Thy passion clasps a ...
... Rings Eden through the budded quicks , O tell me where the senses mix , O tell me where the passions meet , Whence radiate : fierce extremes employ Thy spirits in the dusking leaf , And in the midmost heart of grief Thy passion clasps a ...
161 psl.
... , save alone What lightens in the lucid east Of rising worlds by yonder wood . Long sleeps the summer in the seed ; Run out your measur'd arcs , and lead The closing cycle rich in good . M CIV . RING out wild bells to the wild sky 161.
... , save alone What lightens in the lucid east Of rising worlds by yonder wood . Long sleeps the summer in the seed ; Run out your measur'd arcs , and lead The closing cycle rich in good . M CIV . RING out wild bells to the wild sky 161.
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78 psl. - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
7 psl. - 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.
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.
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.
49 psl. - their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept. Our voices took a higher range; Once more we sang: 'They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, although they change; 'Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to orb, from veil to veil.
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...
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...
178 psl. - Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea...
9 psl. - A hand that can be clasp'd no more Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty 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.