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" When airs from paradise refresh my brow The earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture—waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit—strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre 1 I feel the stirrings of a gift divine:... "
Beauties and Achievements of the Blind - Page 51
by William Artman, Lansing V. Hall - 1865 - 387 pages
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The Monthly Christian spectator

1851
...Heaven is opening on my sightless eyes— When airs from Paradise refresh my brow It is nothing now, The earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being...sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine, Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine.'*...
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Sketches of English Literature from the Fourteenth to the Present Century

Clara Lucas Balfour - English literature - 1852 - 404 pages
...the flow Of soft and holy song. " It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes— When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, The earth...sublime Break over me unsought. " Give me now my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine, Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine."...
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The female poets of America: With Portraits, biographical notices, and ...

Thomas Buchanan Read - American poetry (Collections) - 1852 - 462 pages
...hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes When airs from " Paradise" refresh my brow, The earth...sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine, Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine....
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The female poets of America [ed.] by T.B. Read

America - 1852
..." Paradise" refresh my brow, In a purer clime, My being fills with rapture—waves of thought Ri 1 in upon my spirit—strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! ' » . ivine, ˇarthly fire ae. BLANCHE BENNAIRDE. MHS. BRYANT, formerly Mrs. Green, but widely known...
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Notes and Queries

Questions and answers - 1852
...one stanza of which is as follows : " It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, The Earth in darkness lies." I have no means of referring to the last Oxford Ution of his works, from whence it was taken ; h ,...
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The Wesleyan methodist association magazine

1852
...hear the flow It is nothing now. Of soft and holy song. When Heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, The earth in darkness lies. My being fills with rapture—waves of thought Roll on my spirit—strains sublime In a purer clime,...
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The Primitive Church Magazine

1852
...hear the now Of soft and noly song. Visions come and go, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, The earth in darkness lies. It is nothing now, My_ being fills with rapture; waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit, stains sublime...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...is opening on my sightless eyes— When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, It is nothing now, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being...sublime Break over me unsought! Give me now my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine ; Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine...
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The Wheat-sheaf: Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ...

American literature - 1853 - 416 pages
...resplendent beauty round me throng; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. In a purer clime, My being fills with rapture—waves...sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine, Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine....
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World worship

Eleanor Griffiths - 1853
...eyes ; When airs of paradise refresh my brow— The earth in darkness lies. " It is nothing now, " In a purer clime .My being fills with rapture—waves...sublime Break over me unsought. " Give me now my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine— Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine."...
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