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... soul of our souls . Wake me to sweeter childhood by a fresher growth . ent you are but an excrescence produced by my life ; depart , self - conscious Egotist , I know you not . At pres- CRITIC . Dost thou so adore Nature , and yet deny ...
... soul of our souls . Wake me to sweeter childhood by a fresher growth . ent you are but an excrescence produced by my life ; depart , self - conscious Egotist , I know you not . At pres- CRITIC . Dost thou so adore Nature , and yet deny ...
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... soul shines as through a mask , or , at best , a crystal ; we look behind a shield for the heart . But , with those of seraphic nature , or so filled with spirit that translation may be near , it seems to hover before or around ...
... soul shines as through a mask , or , at best , a crystal ; we look behind a shield for the heart . But , with those of seraphic nature , or so filled with spirit that translation may be near , it seems to hover before or around ...
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... soul in paraphrase ; heart in pilgrimage ; The Christian plummet , sounding heaven and earth . Engine against th ' Almighty ; sinner's tower ; Reversed thunder ; Christ's side - piercing spear ; The six - days ' world transposing in an ...
... soul in paraphrase ; heart in pilgrimage ; The Christian plummet , sounding heaven and earth . Engine against th ' Almighty ; sinner's tower ; Reversed thunder ; Christ's side - piercing spear ; The six - days ' world transposing in an ...
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... soul , wherever born , however nurtured , may re- ceive immediate response , in an earnest hour , from the source of truth . George H. - But you believed the customary order of nature to be deranged in your behalf . What miraculous ...
... soul , wherever born , however nurtured , may re- ceive immediate response , in an earnest hour , from the source of truth . George H. - But you believed the customary order of nature to be deranged in your behalf . What miraculous ...
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... friend ? strong in this clear vision , have you never sighed for a more homefelt assu- rance to your faith ? steady in your demand of what the soul re- quires , have you never known fear lest you want THE TWO HERBERTS . 39.
... friend ? strong in this clear vision , have you never sighed for a more homefelt assu- rance to your faith ? steady in your demand of what the soul re- quires , have you never known fear lest you want THE TWO HERBERTS . 39.
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Page 70 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 192 - In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say " Just this Or that in you disgusts me ; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark...
Page 70 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Page 85 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Page 86 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue...
Page 73 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Page 70 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 86 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 71 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 72 - A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood even while the heart may break.