Iphigenia in Tauris

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Privately printed, 1851 - 200 pages
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Page 182 - PURER yet, and purer I would be in mind, Dearer yet and dearer Every duty find; Hoping still and trusting God without a fear, Patiently believing He will make all clear.
Page 182 - Calmer yet and calmer, trial bear and pain, Surer yet and surer peace at last to gain ; Suffering still and doing, to his will resigned, And to God subduing heart and will and mind.
Page 184 - Heart and will and mind. 3 Higher yet and higher Out of clouds and night, Nearer yet and nearer Rising to the light, — Light serene and holy, Where my soul may rest, Purified and lowly, Sanctified and blest.
Page 200 - Thy mercies," is my posy still. This on my ring, This by my picture, in my book I write ; Whether I sing, Or say, or dictate, this is my delight. Invention, rest ; Comparisons, go play ; wit, use thy will ; " Less than the least Of all God's mercies
Page 169 - midst this stillness, 'neath this leaden sky. But yet, perchance, these are but troubled dreams, In which the brain with fearful fancies teems, For sure this cannot be the gentle earth, That loves her children even from their birth ; No mother ever thus forsook her child, With whom in grief she wept, in joy she smiled ; Then why, where'er I look, beneath...
Page 168 - twas but this morning, glad of heart, I left its shades, nor feared from friends to part. Friends ! coldly falls that word upon my ear, Where are they now, my voice they cannot hear, Though all is silent round, the muffled air To them no words of mine will downwards bear.
Page 169 - tis cold or heat, Which makes the ground thus scorch my aching feet, The snow in flakes of fire falls on my head, And withers up my brain — would I were dead ! What ! is it thus I must for sin atone, Pass through the travail of my soul alone ? What...
Page 170 - What, have I not till now Upon Thee called, Strength of the lonely, Thou. Dear Father, look on me with pitying eye...

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