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... feel that ev'n if our own tear Were wiped away for ever , no true cheer Could to our yearning bosoms be secured While we believed that sorrow clung uncured 8 To any being we on earth held dear . 90h , much doth life the sweet solution ...
... feel that ev'n if our own tear Were wiped away for ever , no true cheer Could to our yearning bosoms be secured While we believed that sorrow clung uncured 8 To any being we on earth held dear . 90h , much doth life the sweet solution ...
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... feel Thou canst not be Spectator or upholder of distress , So long , indeed , as it is objectless . No ! it Thou look'st on sorrow , ' tis to see Its benefit and end . If before Thee One hopeless ill could spread the smallest shroud ...
... feel Thou canst not be Spectator or upholder of distress , So long , indeed , as it is objectless . No ! it Thou look'st on sorrow , ' tis to see Its benefit and end . If before Thee One hopeless ill could spread the smallest shroud ...
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... feels the human moulded from divine ? What wars of being call for aid benign , And dear indulgence ? What sad fears to quell , Which make Thee - Thee ! Creator of a hell Forged by our sinful selves when fears condign Have blotted out ...
... feels the human moulded from divine ? What wars of being call for aid benign , And dear indulgence ? What sad fears to quell , Which make Thee - Thee ! Creator of a hell Forged by our sinful selves when fears condign Have blotted out ...
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... . Never we , Like the wronged child of a false charity , Shall , in the next world , blame the Judge of this , Biting the hand which we pretend to kiss . No ; for we feel that we are beings free 26 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
... . Never we , Like the wronged child of a false charity , Shall , in the next world , blame the Judge of this , Biting the hand which we pretend to kiss . No ; for we feel that we are beings free 26 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
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Epes Sargent. No ; for we feel that we are beings free , Not fettered by weak love , nor tyranny ; Nor can we say that ... feel this , deep , deep within , If from naught else , Thou , Saviour , sav'st from sin ! VIII . " And his soul was ...
Epes Sargent. No ; for we feel that we are beings free , Not fettered by weak love , nor tyranny ; Nor can we say that ... feel this , deep , deep within , If from naught else , Thou , Saviour , sav'st from sin ! VIII . " And his soul was ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blesséd blest bliss bosom breast breath bright calm cheerful child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth doubt dream dust E'en earth earthly Elizabeth Barrett Browning Epes Sargent eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feel flowers forever gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live look Lord mercy mind morning mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent skies smile sorrow soul sphere spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood Thou art Thou hast thought throne trembling trust truth unto virtue voice wandering weary weep wings wisdom word
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Page 80 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ! Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep Haunted for ever by the eternal mind — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest, On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Page 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Page 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Page 169 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 248 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 90 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Page 89 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 312 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Page 170 - tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.