In MemoriamHoughton, Mifflin, 1895 - 206 páginas |
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... dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why , He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just . Thou seemest human and divine , The highest , holiest manhood , thou : Our wills are ours , we know not how ; Our ...
... dust : Thou madest man , he knows not why , He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just . Thou seemest human and divine , The highest , holiest manhood , thou : Our wills are ours , we know not how ; Our ...
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... dark Slide from the bosom of the stars , So kind an office hath been done , Such precious relics brought by thee , The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run . XVIII . ' Tis well ; ' t is something 20 IN MEMORIAM .
... dark Slide from the bosom of the stars , So kind an office hath been done , Such precious relics brought by thee , The dust of him I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run . XVIII . ' Tis well ; ' t is something 20 IN MEMORIAM .
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... secret from the latest moon ? ' Behold , ye speak an idle thing ; Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must , And pipe but as the linnets sing : And one is glad ; her note is gay , 24 IN MEMORIAM .
... secret from the latest moon ? ' Behold , ye speak an idle thing ; Ye never knew the sacred dust : I do but sing because I must , And pipe but as the linnets sing : And one is glad ; her note is gay , 24 IN MEMORIAM .
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... dust and ashes all that is ; This round of green , this orb of flame , Fantastic beauty ; such as lurks In some wild poet , when he works Without a conscience or an aim . What then were God to such as I ? ' T were hardly worth my while ...
... dust and ashes all that is ; This round of green , this orb of flame , Fantastic beauty ; such as lurks In some wild poet , when he works Without a conscience or an aim . What then were God to such as I ? ' T were hardly worth my while ...
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... dust : ' Might I not say , ' Yet even here , But for one hour , O Love , I strive To keep so sweet a thing alive ' ? But I should turn mine ears and hear The moanings of the homeless sea , The sound of streams that swift or slow Draw ...
... dust : ' Might I not say , ' Yet even here , But for one hour , O Love , I strive To keep so sweet a thing alive ' ? But I should turn mine ears and hear The moanings of the homeless sea , The sound of streams that swift or slow Draw ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Anakim Arthur Arthur Hallam Arthur Henry Hallam Aurora Leigh bless blood breast breath Bristol Channel Brother Azarias calm Celt Chapman Christmas Clevedon cycle dark darken'd Davidson remarks dead dear death deep divine doubt dream dust earth earthly epithalamium eternal explained to Gatty eyes faith fame fancy feel flower Genung remarks gloom grave grief Hallam hands hath hear heart heaven hills hope hour human immortal leave light lives look'd Lord lords of doom lost lying lip Memoriam memory mind mood Muses Nature night o'er peace Petrarch poem poet poet's quoted by Knowles race Ring rise round seem'd Shadow shore sing sleep Somersby song sorrow soul spirit spring Springtide stanza star Stopford Brooke sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro touch'd Trinity College truth unto voice whisper wild wild bells wind words
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Página 62 - So careful of the type'? but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. 'Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Página 198 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 3 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 7 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Página 10 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more, — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
Página 186 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Página 121 - Unloved, by many a sandy bar, The brook shall babble down the plain, At noon or when the lesser wain Is twisting round the polar star; Uncared for, gird the windy grove, And flood the haunts of hern and crake; Or into silver arrows break The sailing moon in creek and cove...
Página 202 - THOU wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled ; Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendour to the dead.
Página 1 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Página 111 - And bats went round in fragrant skies, And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes And woolly breasts and beaded eyes ; While now we sang old songs that peal'd From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease, The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees Laid their dark arms about the field.