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... shining , all dark and desolate , Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head ; O who is that ghost ? that form in the dark , with tears ? What shapeless lump is that , bent , crouch'd there on the sand ? Streaming tears , sobbing tears ...
... shining , all dark and desolate , Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head ; O who is that ghost ? that form in the dark , with tears ? What shapeless lump is that , bent , crouch'd there on the sand ? Streaming tears , sobbing tears ...
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... Shining supreme upon the front of night , Nor bate him much from that high majesty Of self - respect that makes a man a man . But what of its reflection in the stream , That puny brilliance which with borrowed gleam Stares upward from ...
... Shining supreme upon the front of night , Nor bate him much from that high majesty Of self - respect that makes a man a man . But what of its reflection in the stream , That puny brilliance which with borrowed gleam Stares upward from ...
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... shining pinions round me sweep ; Floating downward on the starlight two bright in- fant forms I see , — They are mine , my own bright darlings , come from Heaven to visit me . Earthly children smile upon me , but those little ones above ...
... shining pinions round me sweep ; Floating downward on the starlight two bright in- fant forms I see , — They are mine , my own bright darlings , come from Heaven to visit me . Earthly children smile upon me , but those little ones above ...
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... shining portals , Over life's stormy tide , Treasures I bring - immortal ; Saviour , be thou my guide . CHILDHOOD . The rustling of a wild - bird's wings , A star , a flower , a gush of rain , The sight of sad or joyous things , Oft ...
... shining portals , Over life's stormy tide , Treasures I bring - immortal ; Saviour , be thou my guide . CHILDHOOD . The rustling of a wild - bird's wings , A star , a flower , a gush of rain , The sight of sad or joyous things , Oft ...
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... shining light thou knew'st the shade ; But , from the silence of the soul's recess , The lamp of thy great genius shone afar : The weary worker in his loneliness Descried the ray , and dreamed it could not fade To him thou art as an ...
... shining light thou knew'st the shade ; But , from the silence of the soul's recess , The lamp of thy great genius shone afar : The weary worker in his loneliness Descried the ray , and dreamed it could not fade To him thou art as an ...
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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...