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Robert Browning. " Tis the mere echo of time ; and he whose heart " Beats first beneath a human heart , whose speech " Was copied from a human tongue , can never " Recall when he was living yet knew not this . " Nevertheless long seasons ...
Robert Browning. " Tis the mere echo of time ; and he whose heart " Beats first beneath a human heart , whose speech " Was copied from a human tongue , can never " Recall when he was living yet knew not this . " Nevertheless long seasons ...
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... heart of us ! Shut out this hideous mockery from my heart ! ' Twas politic in you , Aureole , to reject Single rewards , and ask them in the lump ; At all events , once launched , to hold straight on : For now ' tis all or nothing ...
... heart of us ! Shut out this hideous mockery from my heart ! ' Twas politic in you , Aureole , to reject Single rewards , and ask them in the lump ; At all events , once launched , to hold straight on : For now ' tis all or nothing ...
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... heart's language . I would live Forever in the thoughts I thus explored , As a discoverer's memory is attached To all he finds they should be mine henceforth , Imbued with me , though free to all before ; For clay , once cast into my ...
... heart's language . I would live Forever in the thoughts I thus explored , As a discoverer's memory is attached To all he finds they should be mine henceforth , Imbued with me , though free to all before ; For clay , once cast into my ...
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... heart , a silent yearning , A sense of something wanting , incomplete- Not to be put in words , perhaps avoided By mute consent - but , said or unsaid , felt To point to one so loved and so long lost . And then the hopes rose and shut ...
... heart , a silent yearning , A sense of something wanting , incomplete- Not to be put in words , perhaps avoided By mute consent - but , said or unsaid , felt To point to one so loved and so long lost . And then the hopes rose and shut ...
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... heart despise . Par . Festus , strange secrets are let out by Death , Who blabs so oft the follies of this world : And I am Death's familiar , as you know . I helped a man to die , some few weeks since , Warped even from his go - cart ...
... heart despise . Par . Festus , strange secrets are let out by Death , Who blabs so oft the follies of this world : And I am Death's familiar , as you know . I helped a man to die , some few weeks since , Warped even from his go - cart ...
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Página 159 - Day! Faster and more fast ! O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay, For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast, Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world. Oh, Day, if I squander a wavelet of thee, A mite of my...
Página 166 - All service ranks the same with God: If now, as formerly he trod Paradise, his presence fills Our earth, each only as God wills Can work— God's puppets, best and worst, Are we; there is no last nor first. Say not 'a small event!' Why 'small'? Costs it more pain that this, ye call A 'great event,
Página 217 - I trust in nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility — Spring shall plant, And Autumn garner to the end of time : I trust in God — the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures : I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward, nature's good And God's : so, seeing these men and myself, Having a right to speak, thus do I speak.
Página 146 - Like plants in mines which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do their best to climb and get to him.
Página 139 - Thus he dwells in all, From life's minute beginnings, up at last To man — the consummation of this scheme Of being — the completion of this sphere Of life...
Página 15 - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : hut unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mir/in/.
Página 142 - As man, that is; all tended to mankind, And, man produced, all has its end thus far: But in completed man begins anew A tendency to God. Prognostics told Man's near approach; so in man's self arise August anticipations, symbols, types Of a dim splendour ever on before In that eternal circle life pursues.
Página 175 - God's messenger thro' the close wood screen Plunged and replunged his weapon at a venture, Feeling for guilty thee and me: then broke The thunder like a whole sea overhead — Sebald.
Página 21 - Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise from outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fullness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth.
Página 81 - Tis in the advance of individual minds That the slow crowd should ground their expectation Eventually to follow ; as the sea Waits ages in its bed till some one wave Out of the multitudinous mass, extends The empire of the whole, some feet perhaps, Over the strip of sand which could confine Its fellows so long time : thenceforth the rest, Even to the meanest, hurry in at once, And so much is clear gained.