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THE LARK above our heads doth k… A heaven we see not here below; She sees it, and for joy she sings… Then falls with ineffectual wings. Ah, soaring soul! faint not nor ti…
Only to live! There nothing is mo… Only to live! There nothing is mo… Only to live, when flowers are at… And overhead the happy swallows tw… Only to live! There nothing is mo…
‘HERE’ Soft benediction of September sun… Voices of children, laughing as th… Green English lawns, bright flowe… And over all the blue embracing sk…
Watchman, watchman, what of the ni… What of the night to tell? The heavens are dark, and never a… But the far-off flicker of Hell. But the steed is in the stall,
Across the Glory of the glowing s… A veil is drawn of shadowed mists… From lavishness from God’s late g… So, after farewell said, fond memo… Of words and looks, now over, come…
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymio… Such love for the sweet moon, that… Believed her able on earth to love… With whatso man she set her love u… But as I wandered once when day w…
Who knows the deeps, where the wat… Leagues from the light away? Who knows the heights, where myria… Fill heaven with endless day? The earth goes on—seeks and loses…
An acorn swung On an oak-tree bough; So long it had hung, It would fain fall now To the kindly earth,
When Death from some fair face Is stealing life away, All weep, save she, the grace That earth shall lose today. When Time from some fair face
What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea? In earth or heaven, That you should die for me? What can I give,
HE came to call me back from deat… To the bright world above. I hear him yet with trembling brea… Low calling, “O sweet love! Come back! The earth is just as f…
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world… With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes,
Not here in the populous town, In the playhouse or mart, Not here in the ways gray and brow… Bnt afar on the green-swelling dow… Is the home of my heart.
As strong, as deep, as wide as is… Though by the wind made restless a… By billows fretted and by rocks co… So strong, so deep, so wide my lov… And as the sea; though oft huge wa…
Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene, Blue, gold, and green,