Poems of the inner life, selected chiefly from modern authors [by R.C. Jones].1872 |
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... ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ; And , at prime hour , behold ! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms ! ' CHARLES TURNER . THE FOREST GLADE . AS , one dark morn , GIFTS . 5 The Lattice at Sunrise.
... ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ; And , at prime hour , behold ! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms ! ' CHARLES TURNER . THE FOREST GLADE . AS , one dark morn , GIFTS . 5 The Lattice at Sunrise.
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... dark to bright , Received the greeting with a quick surprise At first , and then with tears of pure delight : For sad my thoughts had been - the tempest's wrath Had gloomed the night , and made the morrow grey ; That heavenly guidance ...
... dark to bright , Received the greeting with a quick surprise At first , and then with tears of pure delight : For sad my thoughts had been - the tempest's wrath Had gloomed the night , and made the morrow grey ; That heavenly guidance ...
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... dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage ground , these orchard - tufts , Which , at this season , with their unripe fruits , Are clad in one green hue , and lose themselves ' Mid groves and copses . Once again I see These hedge ...
... dark sycamore , and view These plots of cottage ground , these orchard - tufts , Which , at this season , with their unripe fruits , Are clad in one green hue , and lose themselves ' Mid groves and copses . Once again I see These hedge ...
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... this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world , Have hung upon the beatings of my heart- How oft 22 NATURE .
... this Be but a vain belief , yet , oh ! how oft- In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable , and the fever of the world , Have hung upon the beatings of my heart- How oft 22 NATURE .
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... dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy ...
... dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels bear beauty blessed breast breath bright bring calm child clear cloth clouds cold comes Crown dark dear death deep dost doth dream earth Edition ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes face fair faith fall Father fear feel feet flowers give glory gone grow hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY hope hour human Illustrations JOHN lead leaves light live look Lord lost mind Nature never night o'er once pain pass past peace Post pray prayer rest round seems sense shine sight silence sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars strong sure sweet tears Thee thine things thou Thou art thoughts truth turn voice waters weary weep wind wings wonder
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Página 18 - Deserves to be printed in letters of gold, and circulated in every house. " — Chambers Journal. II. About in the World. Essays by the Author of "The Gentle Life.
Página 169 - Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, ••— ' Lead Thou me on ! The night is dark, and •I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not -ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Página 239 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 91 - Let us (said he) pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way ; Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure : When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. For if I should...
Página 24 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — • Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 275 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 243 - 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.
Página 262 - Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came ; And lo ! Creation widened in man's view.
Página 22 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 234 - Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace ! Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave ! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.