...expresses itself in his last words : When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...lowland ways behind me, And the sunlight that is gone 1 Call me rather, silent Voices, Forward to the starry track Glimmering up the heights beyond me, On,...

...deathless fire I THE SILENT VOICES.* WHEN the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always on ! GOD AND THE UNIVERSE. i. WILL my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights? Must...

...fire ! THE SILENT VOICES.* . WHEN the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always on ! GOD AND THE UNIVERSE. WILL my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights? Must my...

...Macmillan & Co.: SILENT VOICE«. When the dumb hour clothed in black Brings the dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back. Silent voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me, On and always on. The picture of the poet's last hour seems a fitting close to his self-controlled, well-balanced life....

...deathless fire ! THE SILENT VOICES WHEN the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always on ! GOD AND THE UNIVERSE WILL my tiny spark of being wholly vanish in your deeps and heights ? Must my...

...Macmillan, to quote here — " When the dumb hour clothed in black Brings the dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent voices of the dead, Toward the lowland ways behind me, And the sunshine that is gone. Call me rather, silent voices, Forward to the starry track Glimmering up the...

...future used on similar occasions, for it has beauty of diction, consolation, and sweetness of sentiment. Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me, On, and always on ! The poem entitled God and the Universe is a questioning and an answering. " Will my tiny spark of...

...consolation, and sweetness of sentiment. When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me, On, and always on ! The poem entitled God and the Universe is a questioning and an answering. " Will my tiny spark of...

...hans Hustru: De tavse Stemmer. »When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead,...Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always onU Under Gudstjenesten i Westminster ringedes med Klokkerne i -St. Bartholomæus Kirken i Haslemere,...

...the best ; Let not all that saddens Nature blight thy hope or break thy rest." The Silent Voices. " Call me rather, silent voices, Forward to the starry...Glimmering up the heights beyond me On, and always on ! " God and the Universe. " ' Spirit nearing yon dark portal at the limit of thy human state, Fear...