A Symphony of the SpiritHoughton, Mifflin, 1894 - 116 страница |
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... live ; these rules regard ; These helps solicit ; and a steadfast seat Shall then be yours among the happy few Who dwell on earth , yet breathe empyreal air , Sons of the morning . For your nobler part , Ere disencumbered of her mortal ...
... live ; these rules regard ; These helps solicit ; and a steadfast seat Shall then be yours among the happy few Who dwell on earth , yet breathe empyreal air , Sons of the morning . For your nobler part , Ere disencumbered of her mortal ...
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... Live creature , that I could see . Yes ! There came floating by Me , who lay floating too , Such a strange butterfly ! Creature as dear as new : Because the membraned wings So wonderful , so wide , So sun - suffused , were things Like ...
... Live creature , that I could see . Yes ! There came floating by Me , who lay floating too , Such a strange butterfly ! Creature as dear as new : Because the membraned wings So wonderful , so wide , So sun - suffused , were things Like ...
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... live in the air ! " Emancipate through passion And thought , with sea for sky , We substitute , in a fashion , For heaven - poetry : Which sea , to all intent , Gives flesh such noon - disport As a finer element Affords the spirit ...
... live in the air ! " Emancipate through passion And thought , with sea for sky , We substitute , in a fashion , For heaven - poetry : Which sea , to all intent , Gives flesh such noon - disport As a finer element Affords the spirit ...
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... After so many deaths I live and write ; I once more smell the dew and rain , And relish versing : O my only light , It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell at night . HERBERT . " IS IT , THEN , REGRET FOR BURIED TIME 60.
... After so many deaths I live and write ; I once more smell the dew and rain , And relish versing : O my only light , It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell at night . HERBERT . " IS IT , THEN , REGRET FOR BURIED TIME 60.
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... live by hope And by desire ; we see by the glad light , And breathe the sweet air of futurity ; And so we live , or else we have no life . 66 WORDSWORTH . RUGBY CHAPEL . O STRONG Soul , by what shore.
... live by hope And by desire ; we see by the glad light , And breathe the sweet air of futurity ; And so we live , or else we have no life . 66 WORDSWORTH . RUGBY CHAPEL . O STRONG Soul , by what shore.
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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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Страница 73 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Страница 78 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Страница 100 - Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped : All I could never be, All men ignored in me, This I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Страница 68 - Servants of God! — or sons Shall I not call you? because Not as servants ye knew Your Father's innermost mind, His, who unwillingly sees One of his little ones lost — Yours is the praise, if mankind Hath not as yet in its march Fainted, and fallen, and died!
Страница 103 - He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent ; Patience, and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Страница 93 - As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: 'Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.
Страница 45 - But should suspense permit the foe to cry, ' Behold they tremble ! — haughty their array, Yet of their number no one dares to die...
Страница 1 - How pure at heart and sound in head, With what divine affections bold Should be the man whose thought would hold An hour's communion with the dead.
Страница 60 - And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; I once more smell the dew and rain, And relish versing: O my only light, It cannot be That I am he, On whom thy tempests fell all night.