A Symphony of the SpiritHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 116 страница |
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... Tennyson Lowell Browning Aubrey de Vere Lucy Smith " AND IF THERE BE WHOSE TENDER FRAMES HAVE DROOPED ✓THRENODY 29 THE ALPINE SHEPHERD PAGE 12567 Emerson 8 Southey 11 Wordsworth Emerson 14 15 Maria White Lowell 20 SEAWEED " WE ARE WHAT ...
... Tennyson Lowell Browning Aubrey de Vere Lucy Smith " AND IF THERE BE WHOSE TENDER FRAMES HAVE DROOPED ✓THRENODY 29 THE ALPINE SHEPHERD PAGE 12567 Emerson 8 Southey 11 Wordsworth Emerson 14 15 Maria White Lowell 20 SEAWEED " WE ARE WHAT ...
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... Tennyson 61 " FOR THOU , O SPRING ! CANST RENOVATE " Emerson 62 ON ONE WHO DIED IN MAY Clarence Cook 64 66 A HUNGER SEIZED MY HEART 29 THE FOOD OF HOPE RUGBY CHAPEL " SPIRITS ESCAPED FROM THE BODY Wordsworth 66 Matthew Arnold 67 . Tennyson ...
... Tennyson 61 " FOR THOU , O SPRING ! CANST RENOVATE " Emerson 62 ON ONE WHO DIED IN MAY Clarence Cook 64 66 A HUNGER SEIZED MY HEART 29 THE FOOD OF HOPE RUGBY CHAPEL " SPIRITS ESCAPED FROM THE BODY Wordsworth 66 Matthew Arnold 67 . Tennyson ...
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... , The conscience as a sea at rest . But when the heart is full of din , And doubt beside the portal waits , They can but listen at the gates , And hear the household jar within . TENNYSON . AFTER THE BURIAL . YES , faith is a goodly.
... , The conscience as a sea at rest . But when the heart is full of din , And doubt beside the portal waits , They can but listen at the gates , And hear the household jar within . TENNYSON . AFTER THE BURIAL . YES , faith is a goodly.
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... Often together have we talked of death : How sweet it were to see All doubtful things made clear ; How sweet it were , with powers Such as the Cherubim , 121 THE DEAD FRIEND . To view the depth of 11 THE DEAD FRIEND Tennyson Lowell.
... Often together have we talked of death : How sweet it were to see All doubtful things made clear ; How sweet it were , with powers Such as the Cherubim , 121 THE DEAD FRIEND . To view the depth of 11 THE DEAD FRIEND Tennyson Lowell.
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... known Still speak to me of me and mine : Yet less of sorrow lives in me For days of happy commune dead ; Less yearning for the friendship fled Than some strong bond which is to be . 61 TENNYSON . " FOR THOU , O SPRING ! CANST RENO- VATE.
... known Still speak to me of me and mine : Yet less of sorrow lives in me For days of happy commune dead ; Less yearning for the friendship fled Than some strong bond which is to be . 61 TENNYSON . " FOR THOU , O SPRING ! CANST RENO- VATE.
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Allah ALPINE SHEPHERD AMPHIBIAN art thou beauty BIRD TRIMS bliss breath BROWNING calm canst CHARLES G COMES TO SOUL dark DEAD FRIEND DEAR DEATH IN ARABIA DIRGE divine dost thou dust dwell earth EMERSON eternal EVERMORE AND BELIEVE fair FALLING LEAVES feel flower FOOD OF HOPE glad glow GO WHERE'ER grave grief hear heaven HENRY VAUGHAN HINTS AND GLIMPSES HOPE EVERMORE HUNGER SEIZED JOHN BURROUGHS keep KITTEN life's light live look LOVE-NO LOWELL LUCY SMITH MATTHEW ARNOLD morning mortal MOUNTAIN'S TOP mysteries Nature's naught NIGH IS GRANDEUR night o'er once past PRESENTLY THE SKY PSALM pure quoth REGRET FOR BURIED round RUGBY CHAPEL SAINTS SEAWEED SEIZED MY HEART silent sings SKY IS CHANGED smiles sorrow spring stars strong sweet tears tempest TENNYSON thine things thou hast THRENODY TILL DEATH voice VULGAR MASS wait weep WHITTIER wind WORDSWORTH
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