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Alfred Ainger beat Behold bells bliss blood bloom break breast breath brows calm CHARLES LAMB cloud crown'd Danube dark darken'd dead dear Death deep divine doubt dream dust earth Edited Edmund Gosse ev'n eyes fair faith fall'n fancy fear feel flower Francis Turner Palgrave gloom GOLDEN TREASURY grave grief half hand happy happy days hath hear heart heaven hills hope hour human John Morley land leave Leslie Stephen light lips lives look look'd love thee lying lip Matthew Arnold mind moon move Muse night o'er peace POEMS R. W. Church regret rills Ring rise round seem'd Selected and arranged shade Shadow shore Sidney Colvin sing sleep song sorrow soul star sweet tears thine things thou art thought thro touch'd trust truth unto voice weep whisper wild wild bells wilt wind wings words wrought yonder
Page 82 - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death; The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Page 145 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Page 78 - 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 destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 71 - 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...
Page 2 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Page 69 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that ' this is I : ' But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of ' I,' and ' me,' And finds ' I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
Page 144 - The dawn, the dawn," and died away ; And East and West, without a breath, Mixt their dim lights, like life and death, To broaden into boundless day.
Page 80 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul...
Page 104 - As sometimes in a dead man's face, To those that watch it more and more, A likeness, hardly seen before, Comes out — to some one of his race : So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, I see thee what thou art, and know Thy likeness to the wise below, Thy .kindred with the great of old.