In MemoriamHoughton, Mifflin, 1895 - 206 páginas |
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... seem'd my sin in me , What seem'd my worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man , And not from man , O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and ...
... seem'd my sin in me , What seem'd my worth since I began ; For merit lives from man to man , And not from man , O Lord , to thee . Forgive my grief for one removed , Thy creature , whom I found so fair . I trust he lives in thee , and ...
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... thousand years of gloom ; And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to fail from out my blood And grow incorporate into thee . III . O Sorrow , cruel fellowship , O priestess 4 IN MEMORIAM .
... thousand years of gloom ; And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn hardihood , I seem to fail from out my blood And grow incorporate into thee . III . O Sorrow , cruel fellowship , O priestess 4 IN MEMORIAM .
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... seems it in my deep regret , O my forsaken heart , with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which , little cared for , fades not yet . But since it pleased a vanish'd eye , I go to plant it on his tomb , That if it can it there may bloom ...
... seems it in my deep regret , O my forsaken heart , with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which , little cared for , fades not yet . But since it pleased a vanish'd eye , I go to plant it on his tomb , That if it can it there may bloom ...
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... seems To rest beneath the clover sod , s ; That takes the sunshine and the rains , Or where the kneeling hamlet drains The chalice of the grapes of God , Than if with thee the roaring wells . Should gulf him fathom - deep in brine , And ...
... seems To rest beneath the clover sod , s ; That takes the sunshine and the rains , Or where the kneeling hamlet drains The chalice of the grapes of God , Than if with thee the roaring wells . Should gulf him fathom - deep in brine , And ...
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... seem , Mine eyes have leisure for their tears , My fancies time to rise on wing , And glance about the approaching sails , As tho ' they brought but merchants ' bales , And not the burthen that they bring . XIV . If one should bring me ...
... seem , Mine eyes have leisure for their tears , My fancies time to rise on wing , And glance about the approaching sails , As tho ' they brought but merchants ' bales , And not the burthen that they bring . XIV . If one should bring me ...
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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.