In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 210 |
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... breath , What whispers from thy lying lip ? 6 The stars , ' she whispers , blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry , And murmurs from the dying sun : And all the phantom , Nature , stands— With ...
... breath , What whispers from thy lying lip ? 6 The stars , ' she whispers , blindly run ; A web is wov'n across the sky ; From out waste places comes a cry , And murmurs from the dying sun : And all the phantom , Nature , stands— With ...
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... A spirit , not a breathing voice . Come Time , and teach me many years Mine I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things seem , eyes have leisure for their tears ; My fancies time to rise on wing , And glance 20.
... A spirit , not a breathing voice . Come Time , and teach me many years Mine I do not suffer in a dream ; For now so strange do these things seem , eyes have leisure for their tears ; My fancies time to rise on wing , And glance 20.
Strona 30
... And hear the ritual of the dead . Ah yet , ev'n yet , if this might be , I , falling on his faithful heart , Would breathing thro ' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me : That dies not , but endures with pain , And 30.
... And hear the ritual of the dead . Ah yet , ev'n yet , if this might be , I , falling on his faithful heart , Would breathing thro ' his lips impart The life that almost dies in me : That dies not , but endures with pain , And 30.
Strona 33
... at their fountain freeze ; For by the hearth the children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death , And scarce endure to draw the breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : D But open converse is there none , So much the 33.
... at their fountain freeze ; For by the hearth the children sit Cold in that atmosphere of Death , And scarce endure to draw the breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit : D But open converse is there none , So much the 33.
Strona 56
... breath , and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds , More strong than all poetic thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that ...
... breath , and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds , More strong than all poetic thought ; Which he may read that binds the sheaf , Or builds the house , or digs the grave , And those wild eyes that ...
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ambrosial beat Behold bells bliss blood bloom blow break breast breath bring brows calm chaff cloud cold crown'd Danube dark darken'd dead dear Death deep dipt divine doubt dream dust dying earth ev'n evermore eyes fades fair faith faithless fall fall'n fancy fear flower gloom grave grief half hand happy happy days happy hour harp hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope Hope and Fear hour human land leaf leave light linnet lips lives look look'd love thee mind moon morn move Muse night o'er pain peace race regret rest rills Ring rise round seem'd Seraphic shade Shadow shore sing sleep song sorrow soul star sweet tears thine things thou art thought thro touch touch'd trance trust truth unto voice walk'd weep whisper WHITEFRIARS wild wild bells wind wings wisdom words wrought yonder
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Strona 1 - 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.
Strona 210 - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
Strona 88 - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...
Strona 32 - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
Strona 67 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that ' this is I : ' But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of ' I,' and ' me,' And finds ' I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch...
Strona 76 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strona 159 - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace...
Strona 143 - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
Strona 185 - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.