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Charlotte Fiske Bates. All Earthly Joy Returns in Pain , All in a Lifetime , All the Rivers , All Things Once are Things Forever , All Things Sweet when Prized , All Together , Alone , A Lost Chord , A Lover's Prayer , A Love Song , A ...
Charlotte Fiske Bates. All Earthly Joy Returns in Pain , All in a Lifetime , All the Rivers , All Things Once are Things Forever , All Things Sweet when Prized , All Together , Alone , A Lost Chord , A Lover's Prayer , A Love Song , A ...
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... Pain , T. B. Aldrich , 10 Names , . S. T. Coleridge , 710 Nantasket , Clemmer , 130 Natura Naturans , Clough ,. 132 Nature ,. H. W. Longfellow , 342 Nature , Very , 627 Nature's Joy Inalienable , Nature's Lesson , Nature's Need ...
... Pain , T. B. Aldrich , 10 Names , . S. T. Coleridge , 710 Nantasket , Clemmer , 130 Natura Naturans , Clough ,. 132 Nature ,. H. W. Longfellow , 342 Nature , Very , 627 Nature's Joy Inalienable , Nature's Lesson , Nature's Need ...
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... Pain and Pleasure , Pairing - time Anticipated , Palmistry , Passage from the Prelude , Paternal Love , Patience , Patience , Pat's Criticism , Peace , Payments in Store , Peace and Pain , Penance of the Ancient Mariner , Peradventure ...
... Pain and Pleasure , Pairing - time Anticipated , Palmistry , Passage from the Prelude , Paternal Love , Patience , Patience , Pat's Criticism , Peace , Payments in Store , Peace and Pain , Penance of the Ancient Mariner , Peradventure ...
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... pain , To hold his course unfaltering , while the voice Of truth and virtue , up the steep ascent Of nature , calls him to his high re- ward , Th ' applauding smile of heaven ? Else wherefore burns In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope ...
... pain , To hold his course unfaltering , while the voice Of truth and virtue , up the steep ascent Of nature , calls him to his high re- ward , Th ' applauding smile of heaven ? Else wherefore burns In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope ...
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... pain Nothing but leaves ! Nothing but leaves ; memory weaves No veil to screen the past : As we retrace our weary way , Counting each lost and misspent day- We find , sadly , at last , Nothing but leaves ! And shall we meet the Master ...
... pain Nothing but leaves ! Nothing but leaves ; memory weaves No veil to screen the past : As we retrace our weary way , Counting each lost and misspent day- We find , sadly , at last , Nothing but leaves ! And shall we meet the Master ...
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Page 667 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life...
Page 314 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 310 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 671 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Page 241 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 423 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we — And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 493 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. 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, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Page 672 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 485 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 282 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this