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... give love to me : From other souls oh , gladly will I take , This burning , heart - dry thirst of love to slake , What seas of human pity there may be ! Nay , nay , I carɩ no more how love may grow , So that I hear thee answer to my ...
... give love to me : From other souls oh , gladly will I take , This burning , heart - dry thirst of love to slake , What seas of human pity there may be ! Nay , nay , I carɩ no more how love may grow , So that I hear thee answer to my ...
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... GIVE me a theme , " the little poet cried , " And I will do my part . " " ' T is not a theme you need , " the world replied ; " You need a heart . " AFTER - SONG . THROUGH love to light ! Oh wonderful the way That leads from darkness to ...
... GIVE me a theme , " the little poet cried , " And I will do my part . " " ' T is not a theme you need , " the world replied ; " You need a heart . " AFTER - SONG . THROUGH love to light ! Oh wonderful the way That leads from darkness to ...
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... give my precious one back to me . -Ibid . Weary with waiting , we climb to the hill - tops near- est to heaven , Find only floating fogs , and air too meagre to nourish ; Seeking the depths of the sea , we drop our plum- mets and feel ...
... give my precious one back to me . -Ibid . Weary with waiting , we climb to the hill - tops near- est to heaven , Find only floating fogs , and air too meagre to nourish ; Seeking the depths of the sea , we drop our plum- mets and feel ...
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... give the life , it is you who give the life , Leaves are not more shed from the trees , or trees from the earth , than they are shed out of you . -A Song for Occupations . SELF . Each man to himself and each woman to herself , is the ...
... give the life , it is you who give the life , Leaves are not more shed from the trees , or trees from the earth , than they are shed out of you . -A Song for Occupations . SELF . Each man to himself and each woman to herself , is the ...
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... give her faith that shall endure , And make her waning strength more sure ! Haste then the Morn with swifter flight , Thou tardy Night ! If in some hour unknown before , Within the threshold of thy door , With face so fair , yet ...
... give her faith that shall endure , And make her waning strength more sure ! Haste then the Morn with swifter flight , Thou tardy Night ! If in some hour unknown before , Within the threshold of thy door , With face so fair , yet ...
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Page 103 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Page 103 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire...
Page 21 - I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a...
Page 22 - AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
Page 21 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, 'And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's" self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud...
Page 400 - And inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me...
Page 116 - True worth is in being, not seeming; In doing each day that goes by. Some little good — not in dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness. And spite of the fancies of youth. There's nothing so kingly as kindness. And nothing so royal as truth.
Page 371 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 58 - (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth). " The olde sea wall (he cried) is downe, The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne Go sailing uppe the market-place.
Page 372 - You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not...