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... be at rest , We will be patient , and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying , not concealing , The grief that must have way . LONGFELLOW . The Snow Storm . ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of LONGFELLOW . 13.
... be at rest , We will be patient , and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By silence sanctifying , not concealing , The grief that must have way . LONGFELLOW . The Snow Storm . ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of LONGFELLOW . 13.
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... silent for to - day ! ' " VIII . Ay , be silent ! Let them hear 28 THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN .
... silent for to - day ! ' " VIII . Ay , be silent ! Let them hear 28 THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN .
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... silent ! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment , mouth to mouth- Let them touch each other's hands , in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth ! Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God ...
... silent ! Let them hear each other breathing For a moment , mouth to mouth- Let them touch each other's hands , in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human youth ! Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God ...
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... silence sweet to gather , And hold both within his right hand which is strong . ' Our Father ' ! If He heard us , He would surely ( For they call Him good and mild ) Answer , smiling down the steep world very purely , ' Come and rest ...
... silence sweet to gather , And hold both within his right hand which is strong . ' Our Father ' ! If He heard us , He would surely ( For they call Him good and mild ) Answer , smiling down the steep world very purely , ' Come and rest ...
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... And your purple shows your path ; But the child's sob curseth deeper in the silence Than the strong man in his wrath ! " ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . Lowly Pleasures . METHINKS I love all common things ; ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . 31.
... And your purple shows your path ; But the child's sob curseth deeper in the silence Than the strong man in his wrath ! " ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . Lowly Pleasures . METHINKS I love all common things ; ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . 31.
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charms Cloudland clouds crown dear deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face Faerie Queene fair fancy feel flowers folding star gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover melody mind morn mournful murmur ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet Poetry praise pride RICHARD LOVELACE right hand path round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul Spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree twine unto vale voice wanton weep wild wind wings woes woods young youth
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Page 12 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.
Page 361 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Page 220 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 39 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 389 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 400 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Page 146 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 248 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 400 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.