In its sublime research, philosophy. May measure out the ocean-deep - may count The sands or the sun's rays—but, God! for Thee There is no weight nor measure; none can mount Up to Thy mysteries; Reason's brightest spark, Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would try To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark; And thought is lost ere thought can soar so Naught! But the effluence of Thy light divine, high, Even like past moments in eternity. Thou from primeval nothingness didst call First chaos, then existence - Lord! in Thee Eternity had its foundation; all Sprung forth from Thee-of light, joy, harmony, Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too; Yes! in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine, As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew. I live, and breathe, and dwell, aspiring high, I am, O God! and surely Thou must be! INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A baby was sleeping.. A barking sound the shepherd hears. A cypress-bough and a rose-wreath sweet.. Ae fond kiss, and then we sever. Afar in the desert I love to ride. A fig for St. Denis of France. A good sword and a trusty hand. A good that never satisfies the mind. A grace though melancholy, manly too. Ah! love, impute it not to me a sin. Ah, lovely appearance of death. Ah me! full sorely is my heart forlorn. Ah me! this is a sad and silent city. Ah my heart is weary waiting.. Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see. PAGE Wordsworth. 81 Burns. 265 Shenstone. 133 MacCarthy. 8 Ah, sweet Kitty Neal, rise up from your...J. F. Waller. 271 Alas, that moon should ever beam. All in the Downs the fleet was moored. All June I bound the rose in sheaves.. Hood. 596 Hood. 596 Gay. 215 R. Browning. 294 All the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never. Lyall. 780 Coleridge. 224 All ye woods, and trees, and bowers... Beaumont & Fl. 51 Read. 104 Thackeray. 275 | Anonymous. 426 Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea. Tennyson. 300 As slow our ship her foamy track.... A thousand miles from land are we. Whittier. 757 B. Cornwall. 67 Halleck. 412 At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still. Beattie. 763 Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints. Away! let naught to love displeasing. A weary lot is thine, fair maid. A weary weed, tossed to and fro. Balder, the white sun-god, has departed.. Anonymous. 509 Read. 93 Scott. 303 Cunningham. 67. Anonymous. 638 R. Browning. 325 Beaumont and Fletcher. 251 Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe Donne. 775 Milton. 599 Anonymous: 470 Beside a massive gateway built up in years... .. Bryant. 734 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning. Burly, dozing humble-bee. Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie By myself walking. By the flow of the inland river. Tennyson. 566 bride...Hamilton, 489 By the rude bridge that arched the flood. Cables entangling her. Can I see another's woe. Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms. Ca' the yowes to the knowes. Clang, clang! the massive anvils ring Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled Come away, come away, death.. Come down, ye graybeard mariners. Oldys. 55 Hood. 467 Milton. 372 Burns. 264 Landon. 127 Praed. 693 J. Montgomery. 98 Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged.. .Ferguson. 645 Tennyson. 744 Could I command, with voice or pen.... J. Montgomery. 823 Shakespeare. 284 Cromwell, our chief of men, who thro' a cloud... Milton. 372 Gamarra is a dainty steed... Gane were but the winter cauld. Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many God is a name my soul adores. God makes sech nights, all white an' still God sends his teachers unto every age.. Go, lovely rose ! Go now! and with some daring drug. Good bye, proud world! I'm going home. Davison. 840 Raleigh. 703 Waller. 34 Crashaw. 719 Baillie. 21 Anonymous. 286 J. Montgomery. 800 |