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... hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; ( 1616 ) Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself but thee ! 5 1Ο 5 IO 15 To Heaven Good and great God ! can I ...
... hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; ( 1616 ) Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself but thee ! 5 1Ο 5 IO 15 To Heaven Good and great God ! can I ...
Page 308
... hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change , nor falter , nor repent ; This , like thy glory , Titan , is to be Good , great , and joyous , beautiful , and free ; This is alone Life , Joy ...
... hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change , nor falter , nor repent ; This , like thy glory , Titan , is to be Good , great , and joyous , beautiful , and free ; This is alone Life , Joy ...
Page 314
... hope has kindled hope , and lured thee to the brink . 48 Or go to Rome , which is the sepulcher , Oh , not of him , but of our joy : ' tis nought That ages , empires , and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought ; For ...
... hope has kindled hope , and lured thee to the brink . 48 Or go to Rome , which is the sepulcher , Oh , not of him , but of our joy : ' tis nought That ages , empires , and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought ; For ...
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beauty bird blood breath bright child cloud D. H. Lawrence dark dead dear death delight divine dost doth dream dust E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green Greensleeves hair hand hath hear heart heaven holy kiss leaves light live look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas mind moon morning mother mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er pain reprinted by permission rest rose round Samian wine shal shine shore silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song Sonnet 66 soul spirit spring stars sweet tears Ted Hughes tell thanne thee thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto voice W. H. Auden weep whan wild wind wings wonder ΙΟ