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... Till glimpses more sublime Of things , unseen before , Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe , as an immeasurable wh Turning for evermore In the rapid and rushing river of Time TO A CHILD . DEAR child ! how radiant on 44 POEMS .
... Till glimpses more sublime Of things , unseen before , Unto his wondering eyes reveal The Universe , as an immeasurable wh Turning for evermore In the rapid and rushing river of Time TO A CHILD . DEAR child ! how radiant on 44 POEMS .
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... unto the fixed stars . And through the dewy atmosphere , Not only could I see , but hear , Its wondrous and harmonious strings , In sweet vibration , sphere by sphere , From Dian's circle light and near , Onward to vaster and wider ...
... unto the fixed stars . And through the dewy atmosphere , Not only could I see , but hear , Its wondrous and harmonious strings , In sweet vibration , sphere by sphere , From Dian's circle light and near , Onward to vaster and wider ...
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... best and gentlest lady ! even thus , As that fair planet in the sky above , Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night , And from thy darkened window fades the light . AUTUMN . THOU Comest , Autumn , heralded by the 108 POEMS .
... best and gentlest lady ! even thus , As that fair planet in the sky above , Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night , And from thy darkened window fades the light . AUTUMN . THOU Comest , Autumn , heralded by the 108 POEMS .
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... My heart hath its love . Great are the sea and the heaven ; Yet greater is my heart , And fairer than pearls and stars Flashes and beams my love . Thou little , youthful maiden , Come unto my great 125 THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.
... My heart hath its love . Great are the sea and the heaven ; Yet greater is my heart , And fairer than pearls and stars Flashes and beams my love . Thou little , youthful maiden , Come unto my great 125 THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Thou little , youthful maiden , Come unto my great heart ; My heart , and the sea , and the heaven Are melting away with love ! POETIC APHORISMS . FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU 126 POEMS .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Thou little , youthful maiden , Come unto my great heart ; My heart , and the sea , and the heaven Are melting away with love ! POETIC APHORISMS . FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU 126 POEMS .
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Page 22 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 343 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Page 126 - Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 73 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Page 138 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 342 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 304 - Standing before Her father's door, He saw the form of his promised bride. The sun shone on her golden hair, And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair, With the breath of morn and the soft sea air.
Page 137 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 141 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides ; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Page 189 - This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!