In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 210 |
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... past in this relief ? Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not , when we moved therein ? XXV . I KNOW that this was Life , -the 41.
... past in this relief ? Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far ; And orb into the perfect star We saw not , when we moved therein ? XXV . I KNOW that this was Life , -the 41.
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... past Be all the colour of the flower : So then were nothing lost to man ; But that still garden of the souls In many a figured leaf enrolls The total world since life began : And love would last as pure and whole As when he loved me ...
... past Be all the colour of the flower : So then were nothing lost to man ; But that still garden of the souls In many a figured leaf enrolls The total world since life began : And love would last as pure and whole As when he loved me ...
Strona 68
... past ; A lifelong tract of time reveal'd ; The fruitful hours of still increase ; Days order'd in a wealthy peace , And those five years its richest field . O Love , thy province were not large , A bounded field , nor stretching far ...
... past ; A lifelong tract of time reveal'd ; The fruitful hours of still increase ; Days order'd in a wealthy peace , And those five years its richest field . O Love , thy province were not large , A bounded field , nor stretching far ...
Strona 83
... where they shall cease . The high Muse answer'd : Wherefore grieve Thy brethren with a fruitless tear ? Abide a little longer here , And thou shalt take a nobler leave . ' LVIII . HE past ; a soul of nobler tone G 2 83 LVII. ...
... where they shall cease . The high Muse answer'd : Wherefore grieve Thy brethren with a fruitless tear ? Abide a little longer here , And thou shalt take a nobler leave . ' LVIII . HE past ; a soul of nobler tone G 2 83 LVII. ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LVIII . HE past ; a soul of nobler tone : My spirit loved and loves him yet , Like some poor girl whose heart is set On one whose rank exceeds her own . He mixing with his proper sphere , She finds the ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LVIII . HE past ; a soul of nobler tone : My spirit loved and loves him yet , Like some poor girl whose heart is set On one whose rank exceeds her own . He mixing with his proper sphere , She finds the ...
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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.