Poetical Works, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... In words , like weeds , I'll wrap me o'er , Like coarsest clothes against the cold ; But that large grief which these infold Is given in outline and no more . VI . ONE writes , that " Other friends remain IN MEMORIAM . 9.
... In words , like weeds , I'll wrap me o'er , Like coarsest clothes against the cold ; But that large grief which these infold Is given in outline and no more . VI . ONE writes , that " Other friends remain IN MEMORIAM . 9.
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... Cold in that atmosphere of Death , And scarce endure to draw the breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit ; But open converse is there none , So much the vital spirits sink To see the vacant chair , and think , " How good ! how kind ...
... Cold in that atmosphere of Death , And scarce endure to draw the breath , Or like to noiseless phantoms flit ; But open converse is there none , So much the vital spirits sink To see the vacant chair , and think , " How good ! how kind ...
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... cold ; And wrapped thee formless in the fold , And dulled the murmur on thy lip ; And bore thee where I could not see Nor follow , though I walk in haste ; And think that , somewhere in the waste , The Shadow sits and waits for me ...
... cold ; And wrapped thee formless in the fold , And dulled the murmur on thy lip ; And bore thee where I could not see Nor follow , though I walk in haste ; And think that , somewhere in the waste , The Shadow sits and waits for me ...
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... cold baptismal font , Make one wreath more for Use and Wont That guard the portals of the house ; Old sisters of a day gone by , Gray nurses , loving nothing new ; Why should they miss their yearly due Before their time ? They too will ...
... cold baptismal font , Make one wreath more for Use and Wont That guard the portals of the house ; Old sisters of a day gone by , Gray nurses , loving nothing new ; Why should they miss their yearly due Before their time ? They too will ...
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... cold , That I shall be thy mate no more , Though following with an upward mind The wonders that have come to thee , Through all the secular to be , But evermore a life behind . XLI . I VEX my heart with fancies dim : He still ...
... cold , That I shall be thy mate no more , Though following with an upward mind The wonders that have come to thee , Through all the secular to be , But evermore a life behind . XLI . I VEX my heart with fancies dim : He still ...
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Página 41 - 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 destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 6 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we 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.
Página 95 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Página 37 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
Página 139 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Página 52 - So many worlds, so much to do, So little done, such things to be, How know I what had need of thee, For thou wert strong as thou wert true ? The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath: I curse not nature, no, nor death; For nothing is that errs from law.
Página 82 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Página 7 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 58 - I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter'd stalks, Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Página 28 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.