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... touch of sympathy and thought , In which they found their kindred with a world Where want and sorrow were . The easy man Who sits at his own door , -and , like the pear That overhangs his head from the green wall , Feeds in the sunshine ...
... touch of sympathy and thought , In which they found their kindred with a world Where want and sorrow were . The easy man Who sits at his own door , -and , like the pear That overhangs his head from the green wall , Feeds in the sunshine ...
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... touching melody . DIRGE . Mourn , Shepherd , near thy old grey stone ; Thou Angler , by the silent flood ; And mourn when thou art all alone , Thou Woodman , in the distant wood ! Thou one blind Sailor , rich in joy Though blind , thy ...
... touching melody . DIRGE . Mourn , Shepherd , near thy old grey stone ; Thou Angler , by the silent flood ; And mourn when thou art all alone , Thou Woodman , in the distant wood ! Thou one blind Sailor , rich in joy Though blind , thy ...
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... touch ) Of that fraternal love , whose heaven - lit lamp From infancy , through manhood , to the last Of threescore years , and to thy latest hour , Burnt on with ever - strengthening light , enshrined Within thy bosom . ' Wonderful ...
... touch ) Of that fraternal love , whose heaven - lit lamp From infancy , through manhood , to the last Of threescore years , and to thy latest hour , Burnt on with ever - strengthening light , enshrined Within thy bosom . ' Wonderful ...
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... touch upon his office as a minister of the Gospel , and how far his heart and soul were in it so as to make him a zealous and diligent labourer : in poetry , though he wrote much as we all know , he assuredly was not so . I happened ...
... touch upon his office as a minister of the Gospel , and how far his heart and soul were in it so as to make him a zealous and diligent labourer : in poetry , though he wrote much as we all know , he assuredly was not so . I happened ...
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... touch upon her domestic position ; but never so as that any fault could be found with her manner of adverting to it . ] WHEN first , descending from the moorlands , I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley , The ...
... touch upon her domestic position ; but never so as that any fault could be found with her manner of adverting to it . ] WHEN first , descending from the moorlands , I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide Along a bare and open valley , The ...
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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.