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... soul's emotions Unto Thee , mysterious God ! What avails the kindly shelter Yielded by this craggy rent , If my spirit toss and welter On the waves of discontent ? Parching Summer hath no warrant To consume this crystal Well ; Rains ...
... soul's emotions Unto Thee , mysterious God ! What avails the kindly shelter Yielded by this craggy rent , If my spirit toss and welter On the waves of discontent ? Parching Summer hath no warrant To consume this crystal Well ; Rains ...
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... soul . And , when with eye upraised To heaven he knelt before the crucifix , While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons , and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought Of his Companion , he would ...
... soul . And , when with eye upraised To heaven he knelt before the crucifix , While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons , and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought Of his Companion , he would ...
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... soul's best boot . III . O Mother Maid ! O Maid and Mother free ! O bush unburnt ! burning in Moses ' sight ! That down didst ravish from the Deity , Through humbleness , the spirit that did alight Upon thy heart , whence , through that ...
... soul's best boot . III . O Mother Maid ! O Maid and Mother free ! O bush unburnt ! burning in Moses ' sight ! That down didst ravish from the Deity , Through humbleness , the spirit that did alight Upon thy heart , whence , through that ...
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... soul methinks I yet do hear The blissful sound ; and in that very place My Lady first me took unto her grace . O blissful God of Love ! then thus he cried , When I the process have in memory , How thou hast wearied me on every side ...
... soul methinks I yet do hear The blissful sound ; and in that very place My Lady first me took unto her grace . O blissful God of Love ! then thus he cried , When I the process have in memory , How thou hast wearied me on every side ...
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... soul I feel the joy of it . And certainly this wind , that more and more By moments thus increaseth in my face , I Is of my Lady's sighs heavy and sore ; prove it thus ; for in no other space Of all this town , save only in this place ...
... soul I feel the joy of it . And certainly this wind , that more and more By moments thus increaseth in my face , I Is of my Lady's sighs heavy and sore ; prove it thus ; for in no other space Of all this town , save only in this place ...
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Page 128 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought, That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Page 103 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid ! How many...
Page 105 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 109 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 107 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art ; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral...
Page 123 - Was it for this That one, the fairest of all rivers, loved To blend his murmurs with my nurse's song, And from his alder shades and rocky falls, And from his fords and shallows, sent a voice 'That flowed along my dreams...
Page 225 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream...
Page 318 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all!
Page 129 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me— even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round...
Page 125 - Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music ; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.