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... Thou strong , square tower , who watchest over all Of this fair hill , thou stand'st in majesty , A grave , grim height the ages may not bow ! Faint , shining star , thy gleam I scarce can see , Beside this rock - hewn tower so seeming ...
... Thou strong , square tower , who watchest over all Of this fair hill , thou stand'st in majesty , A grave , grim height the ages may not bow ! Faint , shining star , thy gleam I scarce can see , Beside this rock - hewn tower so seeming ...
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... thou weav'st a web of snowy white Or , toiling o'er the loom , weave but a dun , The hidden thought , the joy of one black night , In crimson stain through warp and woof will run . CHRISTMAS UNDERTONES . Fot . ALONE on Christmas eve at ...
... thou weav'st a web of snowy white Or , toiling o'er the loom , weave but a dun , The hidden thought , the joy of one black night , In crimson stain through warp and woof will run . CHRISTMAS UNDERTONES . Fot . ALONE on Christmas eve at ...
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... thou interpose Only to lay the sufferer asleep , Where he who made him wretched troubles not His rest thou dost strike down his tyrant too . " www The last stanza of " The Journey of Life " is another conclusive proof of his faith , and ...
... thou interpose Only to lay the sufferer asleep , Where he who made him wretched troubles not His rest thou dost strike down his tyrant too . " www The last stanza of " The Journey of Life " is another conclusive proof of his faith , and ...
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... thou blessed comforter and friend ! How gently thou dost soothe the weary frame ; The tired hands , the drooping head dost claim As thine own charge in sweet repose to tend ! Thine influence like the summer wind doth steal To breathe ...
... thou blessed comforter and friend ! How gently thou dost soothe the weary frame ; The tired hands , the drooping head dost claim As thine own charge in sweet repose to tend ! Thine influence like the summer wind doth steal To breathe ...
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... thou , famed for love and kindness , Upon us mortals force the doubtful urn , To choose our mates in utter blindness . And yet perhaps with sympathizing care All Heaven's host does fondly hover Above the fateful urn , and kindly there ...
... thou , famed for love and kindness , Upon us mortals force the doubtful urn , To choose our mates in utter blindness . And yet perhaps with sympathizing care All Heaven's host does fondly hover Above the fateful urn , and kindly there ...
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Page 120 - Thyself without a witness, in these shades, Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength and grace Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak — By whose immovable stem I stand and seem Almost annihilated — not a prince. In all that proud old world beyond the deep, E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him.
Page 122 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Page 121 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Page 120 - Giant of air! we bid thee hail! — How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale; How his huge and writhing arms are bent, To clasp the zone of the firmament, And fold, at length, in their dark embrace, From mountain to mountain the visible space.
Page 121 - The trampled earth returns a sound of fear — A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs ; And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms. A mournful wind across the landscape flies, And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs. And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on, Watching the stars that roll the hours away, Till the faint light that guides me now is gone, And, like another life, the glorious day Shall open o'er me from the empyreal height, With warmth,...
Page 139 - My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 120 - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
Page 139 - My love is dead, Cone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true-love's shroud: Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Page 7 - All things are lawful for me, but all things are not expedient: all things are lawful for me, but all things edify not.
Page 86 - Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends