Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1874 - 182 psl. |
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... Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent praise ! CHARLES TURNER . EXTRACT FROM " THE EXCURSION . " UCH was the boy SUCH but for the growing youth , What soul was his , when , from the naked top Of some bold headland , he beheld the ...
... Hath breathed abroad those folds of silent praise ! CHARLES TURNER . EXTRACT FROM " THE EXCURSION . " UCH was the boy SUCH but for the growing youth , What soul was his , when , from the naked top Of some bold headland , he beheld the ...
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... hath made ? What holy sleights hath God , the Lord of all , To bid us feel and see ! We are not free To say we see not , for the glory comes Nightly and daily , like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ...
... hath made ? What holy sleights hath God , the Lord of all , To bid us feel and see ! We are not free To say we see not , for the glory comes Nightly and daily , like the flowing sea ; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms ...
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... 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 long way that I must tread ...
... 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 long way that I must tread ...
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... hath the calmest fashion , Their living voice the likest moves To lifeless intonation , The lovely monotone of springs , And winds , and such insensate things . My little doves were ta'en away From that glad nest NATURE . 13 My Doves.
... hath the calmest fashion , Their living voice the likest moves To lifeless intonation , The lovely monotone of springs , And winds , and such insensate things . My little doves were ta'en away From that glad nest NATURE . 13 My Doves.
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... hath its place in the Eternal Plan : Heaven whispers wisdom to the wayside flower , Bidding it use its own peculiar dower , And bloom its best within its little span . We must each do , not what we will , but can ; Nor have we duty to ...
... hath its place in the Eternal Plan : Heaven whispers wisdom to the wayside flower , Bidding it use its own peculiar dower , And bloom its best within its little span . We must each do , not what we will , but can ; Nor have we duty to ...
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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...