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... dark billows ' roar : He hears the hoarse moan of the waves rushing past , And the funeral wail of the wind ... darkness hath past ! " Day ! " " and what dost thou see ? " " I see nought but the Vast ! " What matter ? he's calm ! but ah ...
... dark billows ' roar : He hears the hoarse moan of the waves rushing past , And the funeral wail of the wind ... darkness hath past ! " Day ! " " and what dost thou see ? " " I see nought but the Vast ! " What matter ? he's calm ! but ah ...
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... dark vigil keeps : Shall he perish ? " Death ! " " Death ! " is the mutinous cry , " He must triumph to - morrow ... darkness of night ! Oh how fresh , oh how fair , the new virgin earth seems ! With gold the fruits glisten , and sparkle ...
... dark vigil keeps : Shall he perish ? " Death ! " " Death ! " is the mutinous cry , " He must triumph to - morrow ... darkness of night ! Oh how fresh , oh how fair , the new virgin earth seems ! With gold the fruits glisten , and sparkle ...
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... darkness o'er my heart , And loitering , half - becalmed , unfreighted all , Went by the Heaven - bound hours . But O ! to - day Lie all harmonious and lovely things Close to my spirit , and awhile it seems As if the blue sky were ...
... darkness o'er my heart , And loitering , half - becalmed , unfreighted all , Went by the Heaven - bound hours . But O ! to - day Lie all harmonious and lovely things Close to my spirit , and awhile it seems As if the blue sky were ...
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... breakers talked with Death . As thus we sat in darkness , Each one busy in his prayers , " We are lost ! " the captain shouted , As he staggered down the stairs . 32 WHO IS THY NEIGHBOUR . But his little daughter THE TEMPEST-FIELDS,
... breakers talked with Death . As thus we sat in darkness , Each one busy in his prayers , " We are lost ! " the captain shouted , As he staggered down the stairs . 32 WHO IS THY NEIGHBOUR . But his little daughter THE TEMPEST-FIELDS,
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... dark and cold , And wrapped thee formless in the fold , And dulled the murmur on thy lip ; My blood an even tenor ... darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith , and grope And gather dust and chaff , and call To what I feel is ...
... dark and cold , And wrapped thee formless in the fold , And dulled the murmur on thy lip ; My blood an even tenor ... darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith , and grope And gather dust and chaff , and call To what I feel is ...
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Page 276 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 159 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Page 199 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 198 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 199 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 198 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 358 - It is easy' in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Page 199 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 275 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight ; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro...
Page 174 - ... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven.