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... Blessed are they that have 242 not seen , and yet have Be- 243 ... ... lieved , " 268 ... 245 Prayer , 269 The Toy of the Giant's Child , 245 Adare , ... ... 248 Morning's Dawn , ... The Haunted Spring , ... 249 250 ... There is a ...
... Blessed are they that have 242 not seen , and yet have Be- 243 ... ... lieved , " 268 ... 245 Prayer , 269 The Toy of the Giant's Child , 245 Adare , ... ... 248 Morning's Dawn , ... The Haunted Spring , ... 249 250 ... There is a ...
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... blessed the bread , but vanished at the word , And left them both exclaiming , ' Twas the Lord ! Did not our hearts feel all he deigned to say ? Did not they burn within us by the way ? COWPER . REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE , NOT TO BE ...
... blessed the bread , but vanished at the word , And left them both exclaiming , ' Twas the Lord ! Did not our hearts feel all he deigned to say ? Did not they burn within us by the way ? COWPER . REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE , NOT TO BE ...
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... look the cause away . Then why , my soul , dost thou complain ? Why , drooping , seek the dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . LOGAN . But , ah ! my breast is human still ; LOGAN - CHATTERTON . 51.
... look the cause away . Then why , my soul , dost thou complain ? Why , drooping , seek the dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . LOGAN . But , ah ! my breast is human still ; LOGAN - CHATTERTON . 51.
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... bless his filial little flock , And show what good men are . She , who her lovely offspring eyes With tender hopes and fears , O , bless her with a mother's joys , But spare a mother's tears ! Their hope their stay -- their darling ...
... bless his filial little flock , And show what good men are . She , who her lovely offspring eyes With tender hopes and fears , O , bless her with a mother's joys , But spare a mother's tears ! Their hope their stay -- their darling ...
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... bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining , by his side Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas ! nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds ...
... bless the scene ; While , her dark eyes declining , by his side Moves in her virgin - veil the gentle bride . And once , alas ! nor in a distant hour , Another voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds ...
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Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
Popular passages
Page 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Page 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Page 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Page 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...