Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volume 4W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 pages |
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Page 1612
... voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought ; its music long , Like woven sounds of streams and breezes , held His inmost sense suspended in its web Of many - colored woof and shifting hues . Knowledge and ...
... voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought ; its music long , Like woven sounds of streams and breezes , held His inmost sense suspended in its web Of many - colored woof and shifting hues . Knowledge and ...
Page 1646
... voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouthed prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the ...
... voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouthed prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the ...
Page 1734
... voice the ancient rill , And flings its oracles along the grot . But , where is she , the lady of the stream , And he whose worship was , and is — a dream ? Silent , yet full of voices ! -desolate , Yet filled with memories , like a ...
... voice the ancient rill , And flings its oracles along the grot . But , where is she , the lady of the stream , And he whose worship was , and is — a dream ? Silent , yet full of voices ! -desolate , Yet filled with memories , like a ...
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