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... light denied ? " I fondly ask . But Patience , to prevent That murmur , soon replies , " God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts . Who best Bear His mild yoke , they serve Him best . His state Is kingly : thousands at His ...
... light denied ? " I fondly ask . But Patience , to prevent That murmur , soon replies , " God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts . Who best Bear His mild yoke , they serve Him best . His state Is kingly : thousands at His ...
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... Light the first light of evening , as in a room In which we rest and , for small reason , think The world imagined is the ultimate good . This is , therefore , the intensest rendezvous . It is in that thought that we collect ourselves ...
... Light the first light of evening , as in a room In which we rest and , for small reason , think The world imagined is the ultimate good . This is , therefore , the intensest rendezvous . It is in that thought that we collect ourselves ...
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... light enters the sleeping soul , A sound so thin it could not woo a bird , 75 Beautiful my desire , and the place of my desire . I think of the rock singing , and light making its own silence , At the edge of a ripening meadow , in ...
... light enters the sleeping soul , A sound so thin it could not woo a bird , 75 Beautiful my desire , and the place of my desire . I think of the rock singing , and light making its own silence , At the edge of a ripening meadow , in ...
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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