Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1874 - 182 psl. |
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... comes short Of that still sense no active mood affords , Ere yet the brush is dipt , or uttered phrase Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent praise ! CHARLES TURNER . EXTRACT FROM " THE EXCURSION . " UCH was the boy SUCH but for ...
... comes short Of that still sense no active mood affords , Ere yet the brush is dipt , or uttered phrase Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent praise ! CHARLES TURNER . EXTRACT FROM " THE EXCURSION . " UCH was the boy SUCH but for ...
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... comes Nightly and daily , like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ; And , at prime hour , behold ! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms ! CHARLES TURNER . A SUMMER NIGHT . PLAINNESS and ...
... comes Nightly and daily , like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ; And , at prime hour , behold ! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms ! CHARLES TURNER . A SUMMER NIGHT . PLAINNESS and ...
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... Comes forth from Thee , rejoicing earth and air ! Trees , hills , and houses , all distinctly shine , And Thy great ocean slumbers everywhere . The mountain ridge against the purple sky Stands clear and strong with darkened rocks and ...
... Comes forth from Thee , rejoicing earth and air ! Trees , hills , and houses , all distinctly shine , And Thy great ocean slumbers everywhere . The mountain ridge against the purple sky Stands clear and strong with darkened rocks and ...
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... there be a weight upon my breast , Some vague impression of the day foregone , Scarce knowing what it is , I fly to Thee , And lay it down . Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token 42 QUIET HOURS . All's Well Midnight Hymn.
... there be a weight upon my breast , Some vague impression of the day foregone , Scarce knowing what it is , I fly to Thee , And lay it down . Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token 42 QUIET HOURS . All's Well Midnight Hymn.
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token of anticipated ill , My bosom takes no heed of what it is , Since ' tis Thy will . For oh , in spite of past and present care , Or any thing beside ...
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. Or if it be the heaviness that comes In token of anticipated ill , My bosom takes no heed of what it is , Since ' tis Thy will . For oh , in spite of past and present care , Or any thing beside ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Art Thou ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty beneath blessed blest be thy blind breast breath calm canst CHARLES G chastening child dark dear death deep divine doth doubt dream e'en earth EDWARD ROWLAND SILL ELIZA SCUDder Eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feet flowers gathered band God's grace grief hath hear heart heaven HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hour HYMN J. G. WHITTier JOHN HENRY NEWMAN JOHN KEBLE life's light live lonely look Lord mercy morning night o'er pain PAUL GERHARDT peace PHOEBE CARY praise pray prayer R. W. EMERSON rest secret seek shadows shalt shine silent sing smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tender Thee Thine things thou content Thou dost Thou hast thought threads Thy face Thy hand Thy love To-day trust truth unto voice wait wandering waves weary WILLIAM CALDWELL Roscoe WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wilt wind
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27 psl. - If this Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft — In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world. Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft in spirit have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye!
7 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
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...
46 psl. - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
19 psl. - IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the redbird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
8 psl. - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
18 psl. - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
30 psl. - Into a sober pleasure ; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies...
48 psl. - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o:er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favor bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
45 psl. - STERN Daughter of the voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove...