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... Hath. I. INSPIRATION Benton , Joel Blake , William Bourdillon , Francis W. Browning , Eliz . Barrett Clare , John Clark , Thomas Curtis Cowper , William Cranch , Christopher Pearse Dawson , William James The Poet The Bard From " A Lost ...
... Hath. I. INSPIRATION Benton , Joel Blake , William Bourdillon , Francis W. Browning , Eliz . Barrett Clare , John Clark , Thomas Curtis Cowper , William Cranch , Christopher Pearse Dawson , William James The Poet The Bard From " A Lost ...
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... hath the child's sight in his breast , And sees all new . What oftenest he has viewed , He views with the first glory . Fair and good Fall never on him , at the fairest , best , But stand before him holy and undressed In week - day ...
... hath the child's sight in his breast , And sees all new . What oftenest he has viewed , He views with the first glory . Fair and good Fall never on him , at the fairest , best , But stand before him holy and undressed In week - day ...
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... the dim - eyed world hath taught , Only when our souls are fed By the fount which gave them birth , And by inspiration led Which they never drew from earth , We , like parted drops of rain , Swelling till INSPIRATION 5.
... the dim - eyed world hath taught , Only when our souls are fed By the fount which gave them birth , And by inspiration led Which they never drew from earth , We , like parted drops of rain , Swelling till INSPIRATION 5.
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... hath the soul Its coming dreams to tell , Unheralded the tidal roll Returns a rhythmic swell , Anon with silence , as with sand , To strew the surf - forsaken strand . SONG MAKING SARA TEASDALE My heart cried like a beaten child ...
... hath the soul Its coming dreams to tell , Unheralded the tidal roll Returns a rhythmic swell , Anon with silence , as with sand , To strew the surf - forsaken strand . SONG MAKING SARA TEASDALE My heart cried like a beaten child ...
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... hath never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , - The Book itself before me lies , - Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in his line , The younger Golden Lips of mines , Taylor , the Shakespeare of divines . His ...
... hath never lost . I know what say the fathers wise , - The Book itself before me lies , - Old Chrysostom , best Augustine , And he who blent both in his line , The younger Golden Lips of mines , Taylor , the Shakespeare of divines . His ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty behold beneath bird bless breath bright canst CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Christ clouds crown dark dawn dead death deep divine doth dream dust dwell earth EDWARD CARPENTER EDWARD DOWDEN eternal evermore eyes face faith fear feet Fiona Macleod fire flame flowers forever GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL glorious glory God's gods hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope HYMN immortal Jesus JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASEFIELD JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND King land light live look Lord mercy mighty mind morning naught never night o'er pain pass peace praise pray prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON rise ROBERT BROWNING round seek Setebos shalt shine silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tree trust truth unto voice wandering wave wind wings word
Popular passages
Page 680 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 265 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 680 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Page 200 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 625 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Page 287 - Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field so he flourisheth: For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 689 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 103 - Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies, how tender ! how firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend ! O measureless Might!
Page 274 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Page 374 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...