The thought I threw into this snow shall stir
The thought and dream so wedded to
The thought arose, "My cross I cannot bear.
The thought behind I strove to join
The thought beneath so slight a film
The thought bred strength. I slowly drew my arms
The thought dashed. It recoiled, as, with the gift,
The thought divine within them till it blossomed into stone
The thought grew frightful, 't was so wildly dear! 40
The thought grew stronger with my growing days,
The thought has been embodied to our years.
The thought has just occurred to me
The thought has melted, vanished into night;
The thought in crimson dyed his cheek,
The thought in the brain of that weak
The thought is falser far.
The thought is not pleasant, yet, what we can't cure,
The thought is quiet as a flake, --
The thought it whispers to thine ear!
The thought makes me nervous. I vow and declare.
The thought not pleasureless of suffer'd pains
The thought o' Mary Morison.
The thought of Brutus[57]--for his was not there!
The thought of England, fresh beneath the rain,
The thought of God is like the tree
The thought of God will rouse the heart
The thought of God, the thought of thee,
The thought of God, the thought of thee, 224.
The thought of Love Immortal blends
The thought of Rabicane detained the knight.
The thought of Thy immensity;
The thought of a shut gate of Paradise,
The thought of an alien race,
The thought of another?"
The thought of beauty gone too swiftly by.
The thought of birds,
The thought of both: "Yon crescent see!
The thought of death -- approach he fast or slow --
The thought of death alone, the fear destroys.
The thought of death being always imminent,
The thought of death can't enter for the throng?
The thought of death shall, like a god, inspire.
The thought of death sits easy on the man
The thought of death, sole victor of its dread!
The thought of death, which reason, too supine,
The thought of death? That thought is the machine,
The thought of dinners good
The thought of having lost the precious ring;
The thought of heaven's great King afar
The thought of her distress, her lips to kiss,
The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire,
The thought of her was like a flash of light
The thought of her was like a flash of light,
The thought of her, exposed to shame and pain,
The thought of her, who once did sing
The thought of him away.
The thought of him who has left me
The thought of holding man to his account,
The thought of it doth make my faint heart bleed,
The thought of it made mother cry,
The thought of it shall wake:
The thought of life that ne'er shall cease
The thought of long-past actions sanctifies
The thought of my shortcomings in this life
The thought of never-ending rest!
The thought of old, dear things is in thine eyes,
The thought of one great, universal heart,
The thought of one whose smiling lips up-curled,
The thought of one, now gone from us,--
The thought of our loved ones at home in the West--
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
The thought of parting shall not lie
The thought of six-and-eightpence
The thought of some new order and the lust of change.
The thought of some true friend may bless,
The thought of spiritual transmigration
The thought of that imperial rite
The thought of that one morning. And her being
The thought of that strange tale divine,
The thought of the Quaker is living still,
The thought of the woman (that sweet, subtle power
The thought of the horror he felt, beguiles
The thought of the swiftest lifts and blesses?
The thought of thee a moment from my soul.
The thought of thee all sorrow calms;
The thought of thee began.
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;
The thought of thee is home!
The thought of thee is mightier far
The thought of thee shall tremble there
The thought of thee, above, below,
The thought of thee--and in the blue Heaven's height,
The thought of thee--and in the blue heaven's height,
The thought of their enraptured gaze
The thought of this begets that brave disdain
The thought of this bids me go on
The thought of thousands, while thy noble heart
The thought of thy kiss, which awakens
The thought of vengeance on me, never quite
The thought of violets meant florists' shops,