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Updated: May 15, 2025
There was my world, there would my heart dilate, And my aspiring soul dissolve in prayer Unto that Spirit of Love whose energies Were active round me, yet whose presence, sphered In the unsearchable, unbodied air, Made itself felt, but reigned invisible. This ere the day that from my past divides My present, and that made me what I am.
To find Him in everything, and everything in Him, is to be at rest. This is what He promises Not a life of outward success and ease much nobler than if He did. Take Abram's as a type. In war He will be our Defence. In absence of other joys He will be Enough. Sphered and included in Him is all sweetness. He sustains all relations, and does for us what these other joys and goods partially do.
Not many months before, he had written the last stanza of Adonais: "...my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven!
And again the final stanza of the poem: The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest riven; The massy earth, the sphered skies are given: I am borne darkly, fearfully afar; Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais like a star Beacons from the abode where the eternal are.
She seemed sphered in beauty, like the Soul of Morning in some painter's fantasy, with all great stars blossoming out in floral life about her, colorless, yet brilliant in shape and light. It was too much; Mr. Raleigh opened the window and let in the daylight again, and a fresh air that lent the place a gayer life. As he did so, Mr. Laudersdale entered, and with him Mr. Heath and his mother. Mr.
To us remains the rocking of the deep, the storm upon the land, days of duty and nights of watching; but thou art sphered high above all darkness and fear, beyond all sorrow and weariness. Rest, O weary heart! Rejoice exceedingly, thou that hast enough suffered! Thou hast beheld Him who invisibly led thee in this great wilderness. Thou standest among the elect.
"My dear," he said with apprehension, "your sister is a genius, I think." "In music yes." "What a deplorable thing for a woman!" "A woman of genius is but a heavenly lunatic, or an anomaly sphered between the sexes; do you agree?" He laughed, and pushed his spectacles up on his forehead. "My dear, I am astonished that Ben's choice fell as it did "
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