Poems, Том 2Paul, Trench, 1883 |
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... hope fulfill'd , to rise again Revolving toward fulfilment , made it sweet To walk , to sit , to sleep , to wake , to breathe . ' Or this or something like to this he spoke . Then said the fat - faced curate Edward Bull , ' I take it ...
... hope fulfill'd , to rise again Revolving toward fulfilment , made it sweet To walk , to sit , to sleep , to wake , to breathe . ' Or this or something like to this he spoke . Then said the fat - faced curate Edward Bull , ' I take it ...
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... hope I hold Of saintdom , and to clamour , mourn and sob , Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer , Have mercy , Lord , and take away my sin . Let this avail , just , dreadful , mighty God , This not be all in vain , that ...
... hope I hold Of saintdom , and to clamour , mourn and sob , Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer , Have mercy , Lord , and take away my sin . Let this avail , just , dreadful , mighty God , This not be all in vain , that ...
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... hope my end draws nigh : half deaf I am , So that I scarce can hear the people hum About the column's base , and almost blind , And scarce can recognise the fields I know ; And both my thighs are rotted with the dew ; Yet cease I not to ...
... hope my end draws nigh : half deaf I am , So that I scarce can hear the people hum About the column's base , and almost blind , And scarce can recognise the fields I know ; And both my thighs are rotted with the dew ; Yet cease I not to ...
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... hope ere death Spreads more and more and more , that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives . O my sons , my sons , I , Simeon of the pillar , by surname Stylites , among men ; I , Simeon , The ...
... hope ere death Spreads more and more and more , that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives . O my sons , my sons , I , Simeon of the pillar , by surname Stylites , among men ; I , Simeon , The ...
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... eyes I turn to yonder oak . For when my passion first began , Ere that , which in me burn'd , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself return'd ; To yonder oak within the field I spoke without restraint The Talking.
... eyes I turn to yonder oak . For when my passion first began , Ere that , which in me burn'd , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself return'd ; To yonder oak within the field I spoke without restraint The Talking.
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore born bosom breath brows cheek child Cophetua crag dark deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edward Gray EDWIN MORRIS Ellen Adair Eustace evermore Excalibur eyes fair fancy flowers follow'd glimmer golden grew hand happy HARVARD COLLEGE hear heard heart heaven hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare lake land laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald marriage moon moorland morn move never night o'er pass'd rain ringing rose round sail saints seem'd ship of fools Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep song soul sound spoke stars stept summer sweet thee thine things THOMAS WREN thought thrice thro touch'd turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice wild wind wonder words