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... flower and fruit of a higher state of development , which might give the young who are soon to constitute the state , a higher standard in thought and ac- tion than would be demanded of them by their own time . I have hoped that , by ...
... flower and fruit of a higher state of development , which might give the young who are soon to constitute the state , a higher standard in thought and ac- tion than would be demanded of them by their own time . I have hoped that , by ...
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... flower for the gift . Raphael has lifted the transfigured Saviour only a little way from the ground ; but in the forms and expression of the feet , you see that , though they may walk there again , they would tread far more naturally a ...
... flower for the gift . Raphael has lifted the transfigured Saviour only a little way from the ground ; but in the forms and expression of the feet , you see that , though they may walk there again , they would tread far more naturally a ...
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Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) George H. - Have those flowers borne no fruit ? Lord H. - My experience of the world and men had made me believe that they did not indeed bloom in vain , but that the fruit would be ripened in some future ...
Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) George H. - Have those flowers borne no fruit ? Lord H. - My experience of the world and men had made me believe that they did not indeed bloom in vain , but that the fruit would be ripened in some future ...
Side 34
... flower , to long for a life of purity and praise , such as is manifested by the flowers . At this moment they reached the door , and there paused to look back . George Herbert bent upon the scene a half - abstracted look , yet which had ...
... flower , to long for a life of purity and praise , such as is manifested by the flowers . At this moment they reached the door , and there paused to look back . George Herbert bent upon the scene a half - abstracted look , yet which had ...
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Side 71 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Side 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Side 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Side 70 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 73 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Side 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Side 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Side 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Side 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Side 75 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.