Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 páginas |
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... Sleeps in us - sleeps , and doth not dream ! This knew I in that hour . For then my heart , so full of strife , No more was in me stirred ; My life was in the river's life , And I nor saw nor heard . I and the river , we were one : The ...
... Sleeps in us - sleeps , and doth not dream ! This knew I in that hour . For then my heart , so full of strife , No more was in me stirred ; My life was in the river's life , And I nor saw nor heard . I and the river , we were one : The ...
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... sung to in its stead by mother's mouth Till , sinking on her breast , love - reconciled , He sleeps the faster that he wept before . E. B. BROWNING . THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND . A POOR wayfaring man 74 AFTER AN OLD LEGEND .
... sung to in its stead by mother's mouth Till , sinking on her breast , love - reconciled , He sleeps the faster that he wept before . E. B. BROWNING . THE STRANGER AND HIS FRIEND . A POOR wayfaring man 74 AFTER AN OLD LEGEND .
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... , I do not weep . I rush with the swift spheres , and glow In joy , and , when I will , I sleep . -- Yet that severe , that earnest air , I saw , I felt it once - but where ? " I knew not yet the gauge of Time , Nor MORALITY . 95.
... , I do not weep . I rush with the swift spheres , and glow In joy , and , when I will , I sleep . -- Yet that severe , that earnest air , I saw , I felt it once - but where ? " I knew not yet the gauge of Time , Nor MORALITY . 95.
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... know that oft - times gain is loss : Believe , sad heart , that loss is gain . From golden ore to clear the dross- This is thy sacred function , Pain . I KEBLE . The sleep is past of musing sloth : The tyranny GARDENING . 113.
... know that oft - times gain is loss : Believe , sad heart , that loss is gain . From golden ore to clear the dross- This is thy sacred function , Pain . I KEBLE . The sleep is past of musing sloth : The tyranny GARDENING . 113.
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Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors R. C. J.. The sleep is past of musing sloth : The tyranny of Self is o'er : Thou knowest by faith and suffering both , The truths thou knewest by rote before . Cloud - temples - thoughts on thoughts ...
Selected Chiefly from Modern Authors R. C. J.. The sleep is past of musing sloth : The tyranny of Self is o'er : Thou knowest by faith and suffering both , The truths thou knewest by rote before . Cloud - temples - thoughts on thoughts ...
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Términos y frases comunes
A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty beloved beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear feet FELICIA HEMANS flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD glory God's golden grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW light live look Lord love thee MATTHEW ARNOLD morn nest night o'er peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shadows shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars strife sweet tears tender thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought thro toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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Página 84 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; R1ng out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 11 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Página 225 - 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 passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 232 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 54 - SWEET Day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Página 228 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Página 88 - And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport...
Página 207 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 24 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 253 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.