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" Oh, then we awoke with sudden start From our deep dream, and knew too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, Which had received our precious freight: Yet we called out — "Depart! Our gifts, once given, must here abide? Our work is done; we have no heart... "
Sermons - Page 10
by Octavius Brooks Frothingham - 1874
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Paracelsus, Issue 366

Robert Browning - 1835 - 234 pages
...are open'd wide, "Oar olive-groves thick shade are keeping " For these majestic forms," they cried. Then we awoke with sudden start From our deep dream,...desolate, Which had received our precious freight : Yet we call'd out — " Depart ! " Our gifts, once given, must here abide : " Our work is done ; we have no...
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Fraser's Magazine, Volume 13

1836 - 808 pages
...temple-gates are opened wide, Our olive-groves thick shade are keeping For these majestic forms,' they cried. Then we awoke with sudden start From our deep dream,...Our gifts, once given, must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work,' we cried." This ballad Paracelsus subsequently calls " The...
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Poems: Paracelsus

Robert Browning - 1850 - 406 pages
...start From our deep dream ; we knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we called out — " Depart...gifts, once given, must here abide : " Our work is done ; we have no heart " To mar our work, though vain " — we cried. Fest. In truth ? Par. Nay, wait...
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Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-side

Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 pages
...start From our deep dream ; we knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we called out — ' Depart...Our gifts, once given, must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work,' we cried. ROBERT BROWNING. TO MY COMPANIONS. YE heavy-hearted...
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Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-side

Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 pages
...start From our deep dream ; we knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we called out — ' Depart...Our gifts, once given, must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work,' we cried. ROBERT BROWNING. TO MY COMPANIONS. YE heavy-hearted...
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The Christian Remembrancer, Volume 28

1854 - 532 pages
...too late How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight: Yet we call'd out, " Depart! Our gifts, once given, must here abide: Our work is done ; we hate no heart To mar our work, though vaiti"—we cried.'' In the first edition it was stated...
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Poems

Robert Browning - 1863 - 394 pages
...start From our deep dream ; we knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight: Yet we called out—" Depart!...gifts, once given, must here abide: " Our work is done; we have no heart " To mar our work, though vain "—we cried. Fest. In truth ? Par. Nay, wait:...
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American Presbyterian and Theological Review, Volume 3; Volume 9

Henry Boynton Smith, James Manning Sherwood - 1865 - 668 pages
...our deep dream ; we knew too late How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we'd flun^ our jirecious freight ; Yet we called out — ' Depart ! Our gifts, once given, must here abide ; Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work, though vain— we cried.' "* Art. HI.— MISSIONARY INTERFERENCE...
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Lyrics of life [selected poems].

Robert Browning - 1866 - 120 pages
...start From our deep dream ; we knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we called out — "Depart...Our gifts, once given, must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work, though vain," — we cried. "ALL SERVICE RANKS THE SAME WITH...
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Companion Poets: Illustrated. Longfellow's Household Poems. Tennyson's Songs ...

1871 - 314 pages
...start From our deep dream ; we knew, too late, How bare the rock, how desolate, To which we had flung our precious freight : Yet we called out — " Depart...Our gifts, once given, must here abide : Our work is done ; we have no heart To mar our work, though vain," — we cried. "ALL SERVICE RANKS THE SAME WITH...
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