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... SING THE SEA - LIMITS A SUMMER DAY SUBMISSION MARCH . THE CRICKETS ALL'S WELL THE SURVIVORS IN THE SEA CONCHA . DICKENS IN CAMP THE PURITAN LOVERS BEFORE THE GATE MY OLD KENTUCKY NURSE THE OLD - FASHIONED CHOIR MAZZINI . UNAWARES . A ...
... SING THE SEA - LIMITS A SUMMER DAY SUBMISSION MARCH . THE CRICKETS ALL'S WELL THE SURVIVORS IN THE SEA CONCHA . DICKENS IN CAMP THE PURITAN LOVERS BEFORE THE GATE MY OLD KENTUCKY NURSE THE OLD - FASHIONED CHOIR MAZZINI . UNAWARES . A ...
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... sing , The 293 Strip of Blue , A HUNT , LEIGH . LEGGETT , WILLIAM . Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel 144 Love and Friendship An Angel in the House • 144 LELAND , CHARLES G. INGELOW , JEAN Mine Own . High Tile on the Coast of Lincolnshire ...
... sing , The 293 Strip of Blue , A HUNT , LEIGH . LEGGETT , WILLIAM . Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel 144 Love and Friendship An Angel in the House • 144 LELAND , CHARLES G. INGELOW , JEAN Mine Own . High Tile on the Coast of Lincolnshire ...
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... the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing 4 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES . PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
... the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing 4 SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES . PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN A DESCRIPTION OF SUCH A ONE AS HE WOULD LOVE THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE.
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... sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair ...
... sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair ...
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... sing , and write , and say . When he descended down the mount His personage seemed most divine ; A thousand graces one might count Upon his lovely , cheerful eyne . To hear him speak , and see him smile , You were in Paradise the while ...
... sing , and write , and say . When he descended down the mount His personage seemed most divine ; A thousand graces one might count Upon his lovely , cheerful eyne . To hear him speak , and see him smile , You were in Paradise the while ...
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Page 94 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 144 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Page 179 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 120 - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 94 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 34 - On His Blindness 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?
Page 94 - 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 134 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 52 - Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 134 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.