A Symphony of the SpiritHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 116 страница |
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... darkness No footing so solid as doubt , Then better one spar of Memory , One broken plank of the Past , That our human heart may cling to , Though hopeless of shore at last ! AFTER THE BURIAL . To the spirit its splendid conjectures 2 ...
... darkness No footing so solid as doubt , Then better one spar of Memory , One broken plank of the Past , That our human heart may cling to , Though hopeless of shore at last ! AFTER THE BURIAL . To the spirit its splendid conjectures 2 ...
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... and his great soul , Do out the duty ! Through such souls alone God stooping shows sufficient of his light For us in the dark to rise by . 5 BROWNING . " GRIEF SHOULD BE LIKE JOY . " GRIEF should "HERE WE HAVE TO WAIT.
... and his great soul , Do out the duty ! Through such souls alone God stooping shows sufficient of his light For us in the dark to rise by . 5 BROWNING . " GRIEF SHOULD BE LIKE JOY . " GRIEF should "HERE WE HAVE TO WAIT.
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... darkness and the mist , That the pale shepherdess will keep her tryst , And shoreward lead again her foam - fleeced flocks . For the same wave that rims the Carib shore With momentary brede of pearl and gold , Goes hurrying thence to ...
... darkness and the mist , That the pale shepherdess will keep her tryst , And shoreward lead again her foam - fleeced flocks . For the same wave that rims the Carib shore With momentary brede of pearl and gold , Goes hurrying thence to ...
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... tiptoe Night holds back her dark gray hood . Just so may love , although ' t is understood The mere commingling of passionate breath , Produce more than our searching witnesseth . 32 KEATS . " WE ARE WHAT WE ARE MADE . ” WE Keats.
... tiptoe Night holds back her dark gray hood . Just so may love , although ' t is understood The mere commingling of passionate breath , Produce more than our searching witnesseth . 32 KEATS . " WE ARE WHAT WE ARE MADE . ” WE Keats.
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... souls ' desire . Death tried , But could not - Love's voice fine Life ne'er divided us : Came luring through the dark And I am wholly thine . 37 then ceased . MRS . MULOCH CRAIK . AMPHIBIAN . THE fancy I had to - day , Mrs Muloch Craik.
... souls ' desire . Death tried , But could not - Love's voice fine Life ne'er divided us : Came luring through the dark And I am wholly thine . 37 then ceased . MRS . MULOCH CRAIK . AMPHIBIAN . THE fancy I had to - day , Mrs Muloch Craik.
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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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