Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 էջ |
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... song , but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky . He sang to my ear ; they sang to my eye . The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave ; And the ...
... song , but it pleases not now ; For I did not bring home the river and sky . He sang to my ear ; they sang to my eye . The delicate shells lay on the shore ; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave ; And the ...
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... song ; The waving grass its tribute lend Sweet music to prolong . The water - lily's shining cup , The trumpet of the bee , The thousand odours floating up , The many - shaded sea , The rising sunlight's golden tread Over the eastward ...
... song ; The waving grass its tribute lend Sweet music to prolong . The water - lily's shining cup , The trumpet of the bee , The thousand odours floating up , The many - shaded sea , The rising sunlight's golden tread Over the eastward ...
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... songs as own A fountain to the world unknown . ' Twas hard to sing by Babel's stream- More hard , in Babel's street ... song And lasting thankfulness , And very soon to break away , Like types , in purer things than they . I will have ...
... songs as own A fountain to the world unknown . ' Twas hard to sing by Babel's stream- More hard , in Babel's street ... song And lasting thankfulness , And very soon to break away , Like types , in purer things than they . I will have ...
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... , the favour'd place By richest fruits is known . One Name above all glorious names With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims , Echoing angelic songs . The raging Fire , the roaring Wind , Thy boundless 38 NATURE .
... , the favour'd place By richest fruits is known . One Name above all glorious names With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims , Echoing angelic songs . The raging Fire , the roaring Wind , Thy boundless 38 NATURE .
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... in the empyreal air , Fills it with jubilant sweet songs of mirth ; How far he seems , how far With the light upon his wings , Is it a bird , or star , That shines and sings ? What matter if the days be dark and frore , SYMBOLS . 339.
... in the empyreal air , Fills it with jubilant sweet songs of mirth ; How far he seems , how far With the light upon his wings , Is it a bird , or star , That shines and sings ? What matter if the days be dark and frore , SYMBOLS . 339.
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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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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.