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beat bitter blood blow born break breath bring calm cloud cold comes dance dark dead dear Death deep delight doubt dream dust earth eyes face fair faith fall fancy fear feel feet felt flower garden gloom gone grave grief grow half Hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hill hold hope hour human keep kind land leave light lips lives look lord lost Maud meet mind morning move nature never night once pass passionate past peace race rest Ring rise rose round shadow side silent sing sits sleep song sorrow soul speak spirit star strange sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro Till touch true trust truth voice walk weep wild wind wood
第 88 頁 - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death; The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
第 84 頁 - 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...
第 86 頁 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
第 171 頁 - Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
第 7 頁 - 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.
第 151 頁 - Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
第 16 頁 - A hand that can be clasp'd no more — Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.
第 77 頁 - That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet. Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet; And we shall sit at endless feast, Enjoying each the other's good.
第 4 頁 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.