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Página 76 - To muse and brood and live again in memory, With those old faces of our infancy Heap'd over with a mound of grass, Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!
Página 76 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Página 265 - Yea, the darkness is no darkness with Thee, but the night is as clear as the day : the darkness and light to Thee are both alike.
Página 159 - VEXATIONS. EACH trial has its weight; which, whoso bears Knows his own woe, and need of succouring grace; The martyr's hope half wipes away the trace Of flowing blood; the while life's humblest cares Smart more, because they hold in Holy Writ no place.
Página 16 - Allein der neue Trieb erwacht, Ich eile fort, ihr ewges Licht zu trinken, Vor mir den Tag und hinter mir die Nacht, Den Himmel iiber mir und unter mir die Wellen.
Página 63 - Life, indeed, is not The thing we plann'd it out ere hope was dead. And then, we women cannot choose our lot. " Much must be borne which it is hard to bear : Much given away which it were sweet to keep. The deed that never hath been done, the tear That never hath been wept, — who knows how deep These lurk in unlived lives?