In MemoriamEdward Moxon, 1850 - 210ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... , to beat the ground ; Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast : ' Behold the man that loved and lost , But all he was is overworn . ' B II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones I. ...
... , to beat the ground ; Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast : ' Behold the man that loved and lost , But all he was is overworn . ' B II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones I. ...
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... hour to please him well ; Who mused on all I had to tell , And something written , something thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here to - morrow will he ...
... hour to please him well ; Who mused on all I had to tell , And something written , something thought ; Expecting still his advent home ; And ever met him on his way With wishes , thinking , here to - day , Or here to - morrow will he ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And forward dart again , and play About the prow , and back return To where the body sits , and learn , That I have been an hour away . XIII . TEARS of the widower , when he sees c 2 19.
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And forward dart again , and play About the prow , and back return To where the body sits , and learn , That I have been an hour away . XIII . TEARS of the widower , when he sees c 2 19.
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... to constancy . ' A third is wroth , Is this an hour For private sorrow's barren song , When more and more the people throng The chairs and thrones of civil power ? A time to sicken and to swoon , When science D 2 35 35 XXI. ...
... to constancy . ' A third is wroth , Is this an hour For private sorrow's barren song , When more and more the people throng The chairs and thrones of civil power ? A time to sicken and to swoon , When science D 2 35 35 XXI. ...
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... hour , O Love , I strive To keep so sweet a thing alive ? But I should turn mine ears and hear The moanings of the homeless sea , The sound of streams that swift or slow Draw down Eonian hills , and sow The dust of continents to be ...
... hour , O Love , I strive To keep so sweet a thing alive ? But I should turn mine ears and hear The moanings of the homeless sea , The sound of streams that swift or slow Draw down Eonian hills , and sow The dust of continents to be ...
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1 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
210 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whereof the man, that with me trod This planet, was a noble type Appearing ere the times were ripe, That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Danube to the Severn gave The darken'd heart that beat no more; They laid him by the pleasant shore, And in the hearing of the wave. There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE time draws near the birth of Christ : The moon is hid ; the night is still ; The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist. Four voices of four hamlets round, From far and near, on mead and moor, Swell out and fail, as if a door Were shut between me and the sound : Each voice four changes on the wind, That now dilate, and now decrease, Peace...
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - He fought his doubts and gather'd strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind And laid them: thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own; And Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone, But in the darkness and the cloud, As over Sinai's peaks of old, While Israel made their gods of gold, Altho
185 ÆäÀÌÁö - I trust I have not wasted breath: I think we are not wholly brain, Magnetic mockeries; not in vain, Like Paul with beasts, I fought with Death; Not only cunning casts in clay: Let Science prove we are, and then What matters Science unto men, At least to me? I would not stay.