The harp of the wilderness; or, Flowers of modern fugitive poetry |
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In to thyself , to thinę own hidden shrine , What there dost thou worship ? What
deem ' st thou divine ? Thy hopes , - are they steadfast , and holy and high ? Are
they built on a rock ? Are they raised to the sky ? Thy deep secret yearnings , - oh
...
In to thyself , to thinę own hidden shrine , What there dost thou worship ? What
deem ' st thou divine ? Thy hopes , - are they steadfast , and holy and high ? Are
they built on a rock ? Are they raised to the sky ? Thy deep secret yearnings , - oh
...
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I ' ll seek with thee , To drink the dewy breath Of fields left fragrant then . To
solitudes , where no frequented path But what thine own foot makes , betrays
thine home , Stealing obtrusive there , To meditate thine end , By overshadow ' d
ponds ...
I ' ll seek with thee , To drink the dewy breath Of fields left fragrant then . To
solitudes , where no frequented path But what thine own foot makes , betrays
thine home , Stealing obtrusive there , To meditate thine end , By overshadow ' d
ponds ...
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Heart sickening for the silence that is thine Not broken inharmoniously , as now
That lone and vagrant bee . . Roams faint with weary chime . The filtering winds ,
that winnow through the woods In tremulous noise , now bid , at every breath ...
Heart sickening for the silence that is thine Not broken inharmoniously , as now
That lone and vagrant bee . . Roams faint with weary chime . The filtering winds ,
that winnow through the woods In tremulous noise , now bid , at every breath ...
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And the light forsook thine eye , And thy head sank heavily ; Was that drooping
but th ' excess Of thy spirit ' s blessedness ? Or did some deep feeling ' s miglat ,
Folded in thy heart from sight , With a sudden tempest shower Earthward bear thy
...
And the light forsook thine eye , And thy head sank heavily ; Was that drooping
but th ' excess Of thy spirit ' s blessedness ? Or did some deep feeling ' s miglat ,
Folded in thy heart from sight , With a sudden tempest shower Earthward bear thy
...
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Thy father soon will bring him home another , fairer wife ; Be loving , dutiful to her
; - find favour in her sight ; But never , oh , my child ! forget thine own poor mo .
ther quite . But who will speak to thee of her ? - - the gravestone at her head Will ...
Thy father soon will bring him home another , fairer wife ; Be loving , dutiful to her
; - find favour in her sight ; But never , oh , my child ! forget thine own poor mo .
ther quite . But who will speak to thee of her ? - - the gravestone at her head Will ...
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