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... hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her place of birth , that she may not Soil her white raiment with an ...
... hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her place of birth , that she may not Soil her white raiment with an ...
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... hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every flint , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and con- tent ; A simple , fireside thing , whose ...
... hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every flint , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and con- tent ; A simple , fireside thing , whose ...
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... hand To guide and to uphold an infant's steps : Fine natures need them not : their earnest look Pierces the body's ... hands crossed in joyful rest , While , through thy lips and face , arise The 8 EARLIER POEMS . To Perdita, Singing.
... hand To guide and to uphold an infant's steps : Fine natures need them not : their earnest look Pierces the body's ... hands crossed in joyful rest , While , through thy lips and face , arise The 8 EARLIER POEMS . To Perdita, Singing.
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... hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with all her countless lives hath blended , So that all beauty awes us in his looks ; Who not with body's waste his soul ...
... hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with all her countless lives hath blended , So that all beauty awes us in his looks ; Who not with body's waste his soul ...
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... hands , And tender flesh that fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath ...
... hands , And tender flesh that fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath ...
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