Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1884 |
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... Gone · J. G. Whittier The Gate of Heaven W. C. Roscoe • 153 M. Lowell • · 153 F. E. Abbot . . . 155 R. W. Emerson . Disciples ' Hymn - Book 162 157 159 The New Heaven . Sonnet on Night and Death Eliza Scudder • • 163 From " Andrew ...
... Gone · J. G. Whittier The Gate of Heaven W. C. Roscoe • 153 M. Lowell • · 153 F. E. Abbot . . . 155 R. W. Emerson . Disciples ' Hymn - Book 162 157 159 The New Heaven . Sonnet on Night and Death Eliza Scudder • • 163 From " Andrew ...
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... gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight , In the ...
... gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given , And shall not soon depart . He who , from zone to zone , Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight , In the ...
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... gone by ) To me was all in all . I cannot paint What then I was . The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock , The mountain , and the deep and gloomy wood , Their colors and their forms , were then to me An appetite ...
... gone by ) To me was all in all . I cannot paint What then I was . The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock , The mountain , and the deep and gloomy wood , Their colors and their forms , were then to me An appetite ...
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... gone out of sight , When I thought they were so near ; And the music of hope , this night , Is dying away on my ear . Fighting the whole day long , With a very tired hand , · - - With only my armour strong The shelter in which I stand ...
... gone out of sight , When I thought they were so near ; And the music of hope , this night , Is dying away on my ear . Fighting the whole day long , With a very tired hand , · - - With only my armour strong The shelter in which I stand ...
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... , till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile ! JOHN HENRY NEWMAN , 1833 . QUI LABORAT , ORAT . ONLY Source of all our 88 QUIET HOURS . The Pillar of the Cloud.
... , till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since , and lost awhile ! JOHN HENRY NEWMAN , 1833 . QUI LABORAT , ORAT . ONLY Source of all our 88 QUIET HOURS . The Pillar of the Cloud.
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abide ALFRED TENNYSON ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty behold blessed blest breast breath bright calm CHARLES TURNER child clouds dark dear death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feet flowers Gerhard Tersteegen gleams gloom God's grief happy Hartley Coleridge hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jean Ingelow JOHN JOHN HENRY NEWMAN JOHN KEBLE JOHN MILTON life's light live look Lord MATTHEW ARNOLD morning never night o'er pain Paul Flemming PAUL GERHARDT peace praise pray prayer quiet Rector Potens rest round secret shadow shalt shine sight silent sing sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tender Thee Thine things Thou art thou content thou dost Thou hast Thou wilt thought Thy hand Thy love Thyself toil trust truth unto voice wait wandered weary Whate'er WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings
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7 psl. - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
29 psl. - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
69 psl. - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky : The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die.
92 psl. - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
127 psl. - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
201 psl. - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
88 psl. - Light, amid the encircling gloom, ••— ' Lead Thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
45 psl. - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
176 psl. - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
46 psl. - The task, in smoother walks to stray ; But thee I now would serve more strictly if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong...