In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 126 psl. |
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... suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom . And gazing on the sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to fail from out my blood , And grow incorporate into thee . III . O SORROW , cruel fellowship , O Priestess 2.
... suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom . And gazing on the sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to fail from out my blood , And grow incorporate into thee . III . O SORROW , cruel fellowship , O Priestess 2.
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... own , - A hollow form with empty hands . ' And shall I take a thing so blind , Embrace her as my natural good ; Or crush her , like a vice of blood , Upon the threshold of the mind ? IV . " To Sleep I give my powers away B 2 3.
... own , - A hollow form with empty hands . ' And shall I take a thing so blind , Embrace her as my natural good ; Or crush her , like a vice of blood , Upon the threshold of the mind ? IV . " To Sleep I give my powers away B 2 3.
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... secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood : And many an old philosophy On Argive heights divinely sang , And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady . XXIV . AND was the day of my delight As 40.
... secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood : And many an old philosophy On Argive heights divinely sang , And round us all the thicket rang To many a flute of Arcady . XXIV . AND was the day of my delight As 40.
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... blood To which she links a truth divine ! See thou , that countest reason ripe In holding by the law within , Thou fail not in a world of sin , And ev'n for want of such a type . XXXIV . My own dim life should teach me this 52.
... blood To which she links a truth divine ! See thou , that countest reason ripe In holding by the law within , Thou fail not in a world of sin , And ev'n for want of such a type . XXXIV . My own dim life should teach me this 52.
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... His isolation grows defined . This use may lie in blood and breath , Which else were fruitless of their due , Had man to learn himself anew Beyond the second birth of Death . XLV . WE ranging down this lower track , The F 2 67.
... His isolation grows defined . This use may lie in blood and breath , Which else were fruitless of their due , Had man to learn himself anew Beyond the second birth of Death . XLV . WE ranging down this lower track , The F 2 67.
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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.