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... From man , beyond the farthest star , Yet , ever present ; who dost heed Our spirits in their human need , We bless Thee , Father , that we are ! -MARY HOWITT . TH I - HAVE AND O - HAD - I THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . I.
... From man , beyond the farthest star , Yet , ever present ; who dost heed Our spirits in their human need , We bless Thee , Father , that we are ! -MARY HOWITT . TH I - HAVE AND O - HAD - I THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . I.
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... farthest star , Yet , ever present ; who dost heed Our spirits in their human need , We bless Thee , Father , that we are ! -MARY HOWITT . TH I - HAVE AND O - HAD - I THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . IS WINTER, Mary Howitt,
... farthest star , Yet , ever present ; who dost heed Our spirits in their human need , We bless Thee , Father , that we are ! -MARY HOWITT . TH I - HAVE AND O - HAD - I THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . IS WINTER, Mary Howitt,
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... rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . -BURNS . I THE INDIAN SERENADE . ARISE from dreams of Thee THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . 29 Burns,
... rigs , an ' barley rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . -BURNS . I THE INDIAN SERENADE . ARISE from dreams of Thee THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . 29 Burns,
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... rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . -BURNS . I THE INDIAN SERENADE . ARISE from dreams of Thee THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . 29 THE RIGS O' BARLEY, Burns,
... rigs , An ' corn rigs are bonnie : I'll ne'er forget that happy night , Amang the rigs wi ' Annie . -BURNS . I THE INDIAN SERENADE . ARISE from dreams of Thee THE GARLAND OF POETRY AND PROSE . 29 THE RIGS O' BARLEY, Burns,
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Garland. I THE INDIAN SERENADE . ARISE from dreams of Thee In the first sweet sleep of night , When the winds are breathing low , And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Hath led me who ...
Garland. I THE INDIAN SERENADE . ARISE from dreams of Thee In the first sweet sleep of night , When the winds are breathing low , And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee , And a spirit in my feet Hath led me who ...
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Page 148 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 39 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Page 39 - ... earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Page 149 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Page 38 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 40 - For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 30 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Page 142 - There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay ; Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
Page 159 - THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight.
Page 95 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...