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... smile , Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , An emanation of the indwelling life , A visible token of the upholding Love , That are the soul of this wide universe My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle ...
... smile , Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , An emanation of the indwelling life , A visible token of the upholding Love , That are the soul of this wide universe My heart is awed within me when I think Of the great miracle ...
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... smile , And tremble , and are still . O God ! when Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , Thou An emanation of the indwelling life , Dost scare the world with tempests , set on A visible token of the upholding Love , fire That ...
... smile , And tremble , and are still . O God ! when Seems , as it issues from the shapeless mould , Thou An emanation of the indwelling life , Dost scare the world with tempests , set on A visible token of the upholding Love , fire That ...
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... smile When your heart was fit to break- When the hunger pain was gnawing there , And you did it for my sake ; I bless you for the pleasant word , When your heart was sad and sore- Oh ! I'm thankful you are gone , Mary , Where grief can ...
... smile When your heart was fit to break- When the hunger pain was gnawing there , And you did it for my sake ; I bless you for the pleasant word , When your heart was sad and sore- Oh ! I'm thankful you are gone , Mary , Where grief can ...
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... smile , And our eyes are closing in slumbers awhile , May the greenwood of soul be in sight . HE stately Homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land ; The deer across ...
... smile , And our eyes are closing in slumbers awhile , May the greenwood of soul be in sight . HE stately Homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land ; The deer across ...
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... smile quenched forever , and stilled the sprightly shout . Oh , frail , frail tree of life , that upon the greensward strews Its fair young buds unopened , with every wind that blows ! So from every region , so enter side by side , The ...
... smile quenched forever , and stilled the sprightly shout . Oh , frail , frail tree of life , that upon the greensward strews Its fair young buds unopened , with every wind that blows ! So from every region , so enter side by side , The ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Alice Cary angels Artemus Ward Bardell BARRY CORNWALL Bayard Taylor beautiful bells beneath blessed born breath Bregenz bright CHARLES DICKENS child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth eyes face father feel feet fire flowers forever GEMS George Eliot Goethe grave gray hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hour JOHN kiss land laugh light live Longfellow look Lord Madame de Staël morning mother never night o'er Pickwick poems poet poor pray prayer rest river round Shakespeare Shibboleth shine shore silent sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood sweet tears tell thee There's things THOMAS HOOD thou thought trees Twas voice WASHINGTON IRVING wave weary wife wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words young
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Page 822 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 464 - On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 209 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 263 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 159 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
Page 160 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 296 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 793 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 242 - Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, — act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 366 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?