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ALBUM ANDREA DEL SARTO ARISTOPHANES ASOLANDO BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE BALCONY birds BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY BLOT BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY SEPTEMBER BOOK AUGUST BOOK DECEMBER BOOK MARCH BOOK NOVEMBER BOOK OCTOBER BOOK SEPTEMBER breath CHRISTMAS EVE NOVEMBER CLEON COLOMBE'S BIRTHDAY death DESERT AUGUST DRAMATIC IDYLS earth EASTER-DAY EIGHTEENTH EIGHTH ELEVENTH FAIR faith FEBRUARY FERISHTAH'S FANCIES SEPTEMBER FIFINE FIFTEENTH FIFTH FOURTEENTH FOURTH FRA LIPPO LIPPI gift God's GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL grow harebell heart heaven INN ALBUM JAMES LEE'S WIFE JANUARY JOCHANAN HAKKADOSH JOCOSERIA JOHANNES AGRICOLA KING CHARLES KING VICTOR life's light LIPPO LIPPI live love's LURIA man's naught never NINETEENTH once PARACELSUS NOVEMBER PAULINE PIPPA PASSES APRIL POETS OF CROISIC praise RABBI BEN EZRA SAISIAZ DECEMBER SCUTCHEON SEVENTH SORDELLO MARCH sorrow soul SOUL'S Spring TENTH thee thing THIRTEENTH THIRTIETH THIRTY-FIRST thou truth TWELFTH TWENTIETH TWENTY-EIGHTH TWENTY-FIFTH TWENTY-FIRST TWENTY-FOURTH TWENTY-NINTH TWENTY-SECOND TWENTY-SEVENTH TWENTY-THIRD VICTOR AND KING What's
Page 46 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Page 32 - I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not: but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time!
Page 46 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception— which is truth.
Page 24 - No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something. God stoops o'er his head, Satan looks up between his feet — both tug — He's left, himself, i' the middle: the soul wakes And grows.
Page 28 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Page 22 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Page 45 - He holds on firmly to some thread of life — (It is the life to lead perforcedly) — Which runs across some vast distracting orb Of glory on either side that meagre thread, Which, conscious of, he must not enter yet — The spiritual life around the earthly life! The law of that is known to him as this — His heart and brain move there, his feet stay here.
Page 58 - It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce : It's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched ; That, after Last, returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched ; That what began best, can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.