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... eternal cold , and thence descend at will to the torrid or the arctic regions of the earth . He is therefore found at all seasons in the countries he inhabits ; but prefers such places as have been mentioned above , from the great ...
... eternal cold , and thence descend at will to the torrid or the arctic regions of the earth . He is therefore found at all seasons in the countries he inhabits ; but prefers such places as have been mentioned above , from the great ...
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... eternal word — the earth below Gush'd out in fire - and from the brazen sky , And from the boiling seas such wrath did flow , As saw not Shinar's plain , nor Babel's overthrow . Another Earthquake comes . Dome , roof and wall Tremble ...
... eternal word — the earth below Gush'd out in fire - and from the brazen sky , And from the boiling seas such wrath did flow , As saw not Shinar's plain , nor Babel's overthrow . Another Earthquake comes . Dome , roof and wall Tremble ...
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... eternal love and truth— But who , foresworn , hath yielded up This promise to the deadly cup , And led her down from love and light , From all that made her pathway bright , And chained her there ' mid want and strife , That lowly thing ...
... eternal love and truth— But who , foresworn , hath yielded up This promise to the deadly cup , And led her down from love and light , From all that made her pathway bright , And chained her there ' mid want and strife , That lowly thing ...
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... eternal unity : The humble ear alone Has room to hold and time to prize , The sweetness of Life's harmonies . Notions to thought made visible , Are but the smallest part , Of those immortal Truths which dwell Self - radiant in man's ...
... eternal unity : The humble ear alone Has room to hold and time to prize , The sweetness of Life's harmonies . Notions to thought made visible , Are but the smallest part , Of those immortal Truths which dwell Self - radiant in man's ...
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... eternal sound , Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng , Like the resounding sea , Or like the rainy tempest , speaks of Thee ! And when the hours of rest , Come , like a calm upon the mid - sea brine , Flushing its billowy ...
... eternal sound , Voices and footfalls of the numberless throng , Like the resounding sea , Or like the rainy tempest , speaks of Thee ! And when the hours of rest , Come , like a calm upon the mid - sea brine , Flushing its billowy ...
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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.