In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 126 หน้า |
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... trust it comes from thee , A beam in darkness : let it grow . Let knowledge grow from more to more , But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul , according well , May make one music as before , But vaster . We are fools and ...
... trust it comes from thee , A beam in darkness : let it grow . Let knowledge grow from more to more , But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul , according well , May make one music as before , But vaster . We are fools and ...
หน้า 7
... trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to be loved . Forgive these wild and wandering cries , Confusions of a wasted youth ; Forgive them where they fail in truth , And in thy wisdom make me wise . 1849 . IN MEMORIAM ...
... trust he lives in thee , and there I find him worthier to be loved . Forgive these wild and wandering cries , Confusions of a wasted youth ; Forgive them where they fail in truth , And in thy wisdom make me wise . 1849 . IN MEMORIAM ...
หน้า 53
... use A little patience ere I die ; ' Twere best at once to sink to peace , Like birds the charming serpent draws , To drop head - foremost in the jaws Of vacant darkness and to cease . XXXV . YET if some voice that man could trust 53 333.
... use A little patience ere I die ; ' Twere best at once to sink to peace , Like birds the charming serpent draws , To drop head - foremost in the jaws Of vacant darkness and to cease . XXXV . YET if some voice that man could trust 53 333.
หน้า 54
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XXXV . YET if some voice that man could trust Should murmur from the narrow house : The cheeks drop in ; the body bows ; Man dies nor is there hope in dust : Might I not say , yet even here , But for one ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. XXXV . YET if some voice that man could trust Should murmur from the narrow house : The cheeks drop in ; the body bows ; Man dies nor is there hope in dust : Might I not say , yet even here , But for one ...
หน้า 70
... The deepest measure from the chords : Nor dare she trust a larger lay , But rather loosens from the lip Short swallow - flights of song , that dip Their wings in tears , and skim away . XLVIII . FROM art , from nature , from the 70 10.
... The deepest measure from the chords : Nor dare she trust a larger lay , But rather loosens from the lip Short swallow - flights of song , that dip Their wings in tears , and skim away . XLVIII . FROM art , from nature , from the 70 10.
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หน้า 78 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
หน้า 7 - who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
หน้า 210 - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
หน้า 67 - The baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that "this is I;" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I" and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
หน้า 32 - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
หน้า 49 - their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept. Our voices took a higher range; Once more we sang: 'They do not die Nor lose their mortal sympathy, Nor change to us, although they change; 'Rapt from the fickle and the frail With gather'd power, yet the same, Pierces the keen seraphic flame From orb to orb, from veil to veil.
หน้า 159 - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace...
หน้า 76 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
หน้า 178 - Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drown'd in yonder living blue The lark becomes a sightless song. Now dance the lights on lawn and lea, The flocks are whiter down the vale, And milkier every milky sail On winding stream or distant sea...
หน้า 9 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.