The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... soul , enrapt , transfused , Into the mighty vision passing , there , As in her natural form , swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake , my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks , and secret ...
... soul , enrapt , transfused , Into the mighty vision passing , there , As in her natural form , swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake , my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks , and secret ...
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... soul : That , changed through all , and yet in all the same ; Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame ; Warms in the sun , refreshes in the breeze , Glows in the stars , and blossoms in the trees , Lives through all life , extends ...
... soul : That , changed through all , and yet in all the same ; Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame ; Warms in the sun , refreshes in the breeze , Glows in the stars , and blossoms in the trees , Lives through all life , extends ...
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... soul , to spring Over the abyss of death ; and bade it wear The garments of eternal day , and wing Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere , Even to its source , to Thee , its author there . Oh thoughts ineffable ! oh visions ...
... soul , to spring Over the abyss of death ; and bade it wear The garments of eternal day , and wing Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere , Even to its source , to Thee , its author there . Oh thoughts ineffable ! oh visions ...
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... soul , and to new sweets invite me ; Her shrill - mouthed choir sustain me with their flesh , And with their polyphonian notes delight me : But what's the air , or all the sweets that she Can bless my soul withal , compared to thee ? I ...
... soul , and to new sweets invite me ; Her shrill - mouthed choir sustain me with their flesh , And with their polyphonian notes delight me : But what's the air , or all the sweets that she Can bless my soul withal , compared to thee ? I ...
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And , filled and quickened by thy breath , Our souls are strong and free To rise o'er sin and fear and death , O Love ... soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise . Yet should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening 40 ...
And , filled and quickened by thy breath , Our souls are strong and free To rise o'er sin and fear and death , O Love ... soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise . Yet should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening 40 ...
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angels art thou beauty behold bless blessèd blest bliss breath bright Caliph canst chimes Christ clouds creed dark dear death deed deep divine dost doth dream dwell earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flame flowers forever FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER gate give glory God's grace hand hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW holy hope hour hymns immortal ISAAC WATTS JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASON NEALE King land life's light live lonely look morning never night o'er pain passing peace photogravure PIPPA PASSES pitiful poetry Praise ye pray prayer rest saints shadows shine silent sing Sir Launfal sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne truth unto voice WASHINGTON GLADDEN weary WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS winds wings wonders words ye the Lord
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Страница 199 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green : So, to the Jews, old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Страница xxxv - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Страница xxxv - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same, Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows...
Страница xxxv - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Страница 123 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Страница 185 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream. The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Страница 166 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Страница 203 - A better country, that is, an heavenly." TITOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Страница 107 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Страница 191 - Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play. Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!