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... meaning of to- day ; He had a deeper faith in holy sorrow Than the world's seeming loss could take away . To know the heart of all things was his duty , All things did sing to him to make him wise , And , with a sorrowful and conquering ...
... meaning of to- day ; He had a deeper faith in holy sorrow Than the world's seeming loss could take away . To know the heart of all things was his duty , All things did sing to him to make him wise , And , with a sorrowful and conquering ...
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... mean clay in churchyard lie , Would it might be so , Rosaline ! 1841 . THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS . 1 THERE came a youth upon the earth , Some thousand years ago , Whose slender hands were nothing worth , Whether to plough , or reap ...
... mean clay in churchyard lie , Would it might be so , Rosaline ! 1841 . THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS . 1 THERE came a youth upon the earth , Some thousand years ago , Whose slender hands were nothing worth , Whether to plough , or reap ...
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... meaning which may speak Of spiritual secrets to the ear Of spirit ; so , in whatsoe'er the heart Hath fashioned for a solace to itself , To make its inspirations suit its creed , And from the niggard hands of false- hood wring Its ...
... meaning which may speak Of spiritual secrets to the ear Of spirit ; so , in whatsoe'er the heart Hath fashioned for a solace to itself , To make its inspirations suit its creed , And from the niggard hands of false- hood wring Its ...
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... mean to weep , That thou has left Life's shallows , And dost possess the Deep . Thou liest low and silent , Thy heart is cold and still , Thine eyes are shut forever , And Death hath had his will ; He loved and would have taken , I ...
... mean to weep , That thou has left Life's shallows , And dost possess the Deep . Thou liest low and silent , Thy heart is cold and still , Thine eyes are shut forever , And Death hath had his will ; He loved and would have taken , I ...
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... mean and buzzing griev- ances , The petty martyrdoms , wherewith Sin strives To weary out the tethered hope of Faith , The sneers , the unrecognizing look of friends , Who worship the dead corpse of old king Custom , Where it doth lie ...
... mean and buzzing griev- ances , The petty martyrdoms , wherewith Sin strives To weary out the tethered hope of Faith , The sneers , the unrecognizing look of friends , Who worship the dead corpse of old king Custom , Where it doth lie ...
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Страница 48 - No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will ; And blessed are the horny hands of toil ! The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set, Until occasion tells him what to do ; And he who waits to have his task marked out Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.
Страница 83 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Страница 83 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.