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  • Dark stranger on the teeming map of fate
    Fabric, that seem’st a thing alike apart
    40 lines
  • Ave! Once more touch the strings
    That Memory may feed upon the strain,
    47 lines
  • "I do beseech thee, God, show me thy face."
    "Come up to me in Sinai on the morn!
    14 lines
  • I.
    The times are changed, and gone the day
    830 lines
  • Thrice-happy he whose heart, each new-born night,
    When old-worn day hath vanished o'er earth's brim,
    14 lines
  • I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.
    Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,
    32 lines
  • I.
    If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a race
    270 lines
  • I.
    Upon a rock I sat--a mountain-side,
    30 lines
  • First-born of the creating Voice!
    Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sent
    292 lines
  • TO THEM THAT MOURN
    Let your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;
    509 lines
  • My Lily snatches not my gift;
    Glad is she to be fed,
    24 lines
  • I.
    She sitteth at the Master's feet
    79 lines
  • My TO-MORROW is but a flitting
    Fancy of the brain;
    12 lines
  • Where went the feet that hitherto have come?
    Here yawns no gulf to quench the flowing past!
    24 lines
  • It is May, and the moon leans down at night
    Over a blossomy land;
    32 lines
  • Near him she stole, rank after rank;
    She feared approach too loud;
    24 lines
  • 'Tis time to sleep, my little boy:
    Why gaze thy bright eyes so?
    40 lines
  • It is no winter night comes down
    Upon our hearts, dear friends of old;
    24 lines
  • To: E.M. II.
    53 lines
  • A still dark joy! A sudden face!
    Cold daylight, footsteps, cries!
    64 lines
  • Content Primroses,
    With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,
    77 lines
  • A little bird sat on the edge of her nest;
    Her yellow-beaks slept as sound as tops;
    48 lines
  • \Bing, Bim, Bang, Bome!\
    Sang the Bell to himself in his house at home,
    78 lines
  • In the air why such a ringing?
    On the earth why such a droning?
    8 lines
  • Imagination cannot rise above thee;
    Near and afar I see thee, and I love thee;
    4 lines
  • Enough he labours for his hire;
    Yea, nought can pay his pain;
    12 lines
  • With joyful pride her heart is high:
    Her humble house doth hold
    36 lines
  • In the desert by the bush,
    Moses to his heart said \Hush\.
    20 lines
  • Were I a skilful painter,
    My pencil, not my pen,
    40 lines
  • Rich is the fancy which can double back
    All seeming forms, and from cold icicles
    14 lines
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