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... dark door down I throw ; My fair friends now well I know ; I shall them bring , reckoned by row , Out of their purgatory ! 29 The Burial ; The Resurrection ; The Three Maries ; Christ appearing to Mary ; The Pilgrim of Emmaus ; The ...
... dark door down I throw ; My fair friends now well I know ; I shall them bring , reckoned by row , Out of their purgatory ! 29 The Burial ; The Resurrection ; The Three Maries ; Christ appearing to Mary ; The Pilgrim of Emmaus ; The ...
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... dark hellé , believe . after that . And fetched out our forefathers ; and they full fain weren . The third day readily , himself rose from death , glad . And on a stone there he stood , he stey up to heaven . where : ascended . Here ...
... dark hellé , believe . after that . And fetched out our forefathers ; and they full fain weren . The third day readily , himself rose from death , glad . And on a stone there he stood , he stey up to heaven . where : ascended . Here ...
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... darkness is light . Order is broke in things of weight : Measure and mean who doth nor flee ? Two things prevail , money and sleight ; To seem is better than to be . Folly and falsehood prate apace ; Truth under bushel is fain to creep ...
... darkness is light . Order is broke in things of weight : Measure and mean who doth nor flee ? Two things prevail , money and sleight ; To seem is better than to be . Folly and falsehood prate apace ; Truth under bushel is fain to creep ...
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... darkness let them lie : So live thy better , let thy worse thoughts die ! And thou , my soul , inspired with holy flame , View and review , with most regardful eye , That holy cross , whence thy salvation came , On which thy Saviour and ...
... darkness let them lie : So live thy better , let thy worse thoughts die ! And thou , my soul , inspired with holy flame , View and review , with most regardful eye , That holy cross , whence thy salvation came , On which thy Saviour and ...
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... darkness light , O father of all lights , to thee . Note the most musical play with the words light and flight in the fifth stanza . There is hardly a line that is not delightful . They were a wonderful family those Sidneys . Mary , for ...
... darkness light , O father of all lights , to thee . Note the most musical play with the words light and flight in the fifth stanza . There is hardly a line that is not delightful . They were a wonderful family those Sidneys . Mary , for ...
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˹éÒ 207 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
˹éÒ 72 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
˹éÒ 122 - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
˹éÒ 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
˹éÒ 139 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
˹éÒ 248 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element. How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies ; But gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light, Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere.
˹éÒ 310 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
˹éÒ 205 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
˹éÒ 287 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; And let Thy will be done.
˹éÒ 267 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.