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" Bathed in the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread — The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one, Nor promised love it could not give, But lit for all its generous sun,... "
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 7; Volume 70

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1868 - 822 pages
...mom, The wide aerial landscape spread — The world which was ere I was born, The world which labts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one, Nor promised love it could not give, Bnt lit for all its generous sun, « And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I...
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Narrative and elegiac poems

Matthew Arnold - 1869 - 286 pages
...the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread— The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead! Which never was...generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul with what I gaze on wed! To feel the universe my home; To...
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The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volume 1

1872 - 1176 pages
...Bathed^in the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread, The world which was ere I was born. The world which lasts when I am dead. Which never was...generous sun,| And lived itself and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul with what I gaze on wed ! To feel the universe my home ; To...
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The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volume 1

1872 - 588 pages
...being pestered with doctors and priests, he may be allowed to gaze upon the serene face of that — " Which never was the friend of one, Nor promised love...its generous sun And lived itself and made us live." I cannot do better, however, than quote the whole poem in which this verse occurs, as it is decidedly...
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"Warrington" Pen-portraits: A Collection of Personal and Political ...

William Stevens Robinson - 1877 - 626 pages
...the sacred dews of morn, The wide, aerial landscape spread, The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was the friend of one, NOT promised love it could not give, But lit for all its generous sun, And lived itself, and made us...
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Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1879 - 392 pages
...the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread — The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead; Which never was...generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul, with what I gaze on, wed I To feel the universe my home;...
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Unity Pulpit, Volume 9

1887 - 626 pages
...sacred dews of morn, The wide, aerial landscape spread, — The world which was ere I was born. The world which lasts when I am dead ! " Which never was...generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. " There let me gaze, till I become In soul with what I gaze on wed ! To feel the universe my home ;...
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Poems: Lyric, dramatic, and elegiac poems

Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 342 pages
...While all around in silence lies, Moved to the window near, and see Once more, before my dying eyes, Which never was the friend of one, Nor promised love...generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul, with what I gaze on, wed ! To feel the universe my home ;...
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The Household Book of Poetry

Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 pages
...the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread — The world which was ere I was born. The world which lasts when I am dead ; Which never was...generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul, with what I gaze on, wed ! To feel the universe my home ;...
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Poems

Matthew Arnold - 1882 - 396 pages
...love it could not give, But lit for all its generous sun, And lived itself, and made us live. There let me gaze, till I become In soul, with what I gaze on, wedl To feel the universe my home; To have before my mind— instead Of the sick room, the mortal strife,...
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