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... earth tenderly as summer rain , Till earth , less hard about our stony way , Smiles into life , loosens its iron grip , And cumbered souls that languished in the clay Shoot upward to find Heaven's companionship . By him is Paradise ...
... earth tenderly as summer rain , Till earth , less hard about our stony way , Smiles into life , loosens its iron grip , And cumbered souls that languished in the clay Shoot upward to find Heaven's companionship . By him is Paradise ...
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... earth to Heaven as from home to home , The earth they leave reflecting as a glass Its image of the Peace to which they come . HENRY MORLEY . * THIS Story of English Literature is the story of those " Prophets , sages , and worthies " of ...
... earth to Heaven as from home to home , The earth they leave reflecting as a glass Its image of the Peace to which they come . HENRY MORLEY . * THIS Story of English Literature is the story of those " Prophets , sages , and worthies " of ...
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... earth , and all things that are therein ; and the thought was , no doubt , much more strongly present in his mind than in ours , who have been told ever since we first opened our eyes upon this world , that it was God's world , and that ...
... earth , and all things that are therein ; and the thought was , no doubt , much more strongly present in his mind than in ours , who have been told ever since we first opened our eyes upon this world , that it was God's world , and that ...
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... earth , although , owing to much of his life being spent abroad at the Court of Charlemagne , he has less con- nection with English literature . Alfred the Great , too , has a place in the story of our literature , for he made , or ...
... earth , although , owing to much of his life being spent abroad at the Court of Charlemagne , he has less con- nection with English literature . Alfred the Great , too , has a place in the story of our literature , for he made , or ...
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... earth , and seemed to be a symbol of that " hidden wisdom of God , which none of the princes of this world knew , " but which God " revealed unto babes . " It was said that the Holy Graal had been brought into Britain by Joseph of ...
... earth , and seemed to be a symbol of that " hidden wisdom of God , which none of the princes of this world knew , " but which God " revealed unto babes . " It was said that the Holy Graal had been brought into Britain by Joseph of ...
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Page 247 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 242 - Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at' the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
Page 246 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 287 - Henceforth I learn, that to obey is best, And love, with fear, the only God ; to walk As in his presence, ever to observe His providence, and on him sole depend...
Page 218 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 434 - How small, of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure...
Page 342 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
Page 486 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 247 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor : So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 163 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.