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298. oldal - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
64. oldal - How modest, kindly, all-accomplished, wise, With what sublime repression of himself, And in what limits, and how tenderly ; Not swaying to this faction or to that ; Not making his high place the lawless perch Of winged ambitions, nor a vantage-ground For pleasure ; but thro...
441. oldal - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
484. oldal - O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign, From growing commerce loose her latest chain, And let the fair white-wing'd peacemaker fly To happy havens under all the sky, And mix the seasons and the golden hours ; Till each man find his own in all men's good, And all men work in noble brotherhood...
388. oldal - Exod. xv. 20. SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd — his people are free. Sing — for the pride of the tyrant is broken, His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave — How vain was their boasting, the Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ; Jehovah has triumph'd — his people are free.
64. oldal - DEDICATION. THESE to His Memory — since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself — I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears — These Idylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my king's ideal knight, ' Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong ; Who spake no slander, no, nor listen'd to it; Who loved one only and who clave to her...
86. oldal - Oh, how it refresheth my heart to think that I shall yet again see thy sweet face in the land of the living! — that lovely countenance that I have so much delighted in, and beheld with so great content.
442. oldal - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
275. oldal - ... round word, Or that the brief and plain must needs be weak, To whom can this be true who once has heard The cry for help, the tongue that all men speak, When want or woe or fear is in the throat, So that each word gasped out is like a shriek Pressed from the sore heart, or a strange wild note Sung by some fay or fiend. There is a strength Which dies if stretched too far or spun too fine, Which has more height than breadth, more depth than length. Let but this force of thought and speech be mine,...