Quiet Hours: A Collection of Poems. Second Series ...Roberts Brothers, 1880 - 223 psl. |
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... sight , till all my days are told , Bless all its bliss , and keep its pleasures pure ! CHARLES TURNER . THIS gray round world , so full of life , Of hate and love , of calm and strife , Still ship - like on for ages fares . How grand ...
... sight , till all my days are told , Bless all its bliss , and keep its pleasures pure ! CHARLES TURNER . THIS gray round world , so full of life , Of hate and love , of calm and strife , Still ship - like on for ages fares . How grand ...
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... sight of thee : I saw thee every day ; and all the while Thy form was sleeping on a glassy sea . So pure the sky , so quiet was the air ! So like , so very like , was day to day ! Whene'er I looked , thy image still was there ; It ...
... sight of thee : I saw thee every day ; and all the while Thy form was sleeping on a glassy sea . So pure the sky , so quiet was the air ! So like , so very like , was day to day ! Whene'er I looked , thy image still was there ; It ...
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... sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights , or worse , as are before me here ! Not without hope we suffer and we mourn . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , 1805 . SEE EE what a lovely shell , Small and pure as a pearl , Lying close to my foot ...
... sights of what is to be borne ! Such sights , or worse , as are before me here ! Not without hope we suffer and we mourn . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , 1805 . SEE EE what a lovely shell , Small and pure as a pearl , Lying close to my foot ...
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... sight Appears to shine , by miracle restored ; My soul , though yet confined to earth , Rejoices in a second birth ! ' Tis past . The visionary splendor fades , And Night approaches with her shades . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . AN EVENING ...
... sight Appears to shine , by miracle restored ; My soul , though yet confined to earth , Rejoices in a second birth ! ' Tis past . The visionary splendor fades , And Night approaches with her shades . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . AN EVENING ...
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... sight , When I behold thy blanched unwithered cheek , Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white , And head that droops because the soul is meek , Thee with the welcome snowdrop I compare ; That child of winter , prompting ...
... sight , When I behold thy blanched unwithered cheek , Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white , And head that droops because the soul is meek , Thee with the welcome snowdrop I compare ; That child of winter , prompting ...
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abide ALFRED TENNYSON ANGELUS SILESIUS beauty bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm CHARLES TURNER cheer child clouds darkness death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes faint fair faith Father fear flower FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER friends GERHARD TERSTEEGEN gift give gloom glorious glory God's grief hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hour HYMN JEAN INGELOW keep light LITTELL'S LIVING AGE live look mighty mind morning never night o'er pain PAUL FLEMMING peace perfect praise pray prayer pure quiet rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH rise round shalt shine sight silent sing skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thou art thou dost thou hast Thou wilt thought Thy love Thy word Thyself toil trust truth unto voice wake weary WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wing
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210 psl. - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife ? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life...
92 psl. - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
201 psl. - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
94 psl. - OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every Man in arms should wish to be ? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright...
205 psl. - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
207 psl. - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
210 psl. - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
209 psl. - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,@ Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave...
3 psl. - I would give utterance in numerous verse. Of Truth, of Grandeur, Beauty, Love, and Hope, And melancholy Fear subdued by Faith ; Of blessed consolations in distress ; Of moral strength, and intellectual Power ; Of joy in widest commonalty spread...
9 psl. - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!