Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1874 - 182 psl. |
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... and of love . Nor less , I trust , To them I may have owed another gift , Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood , In which the burden of the mystery , In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all 26 QUIET HOURS .
... and of love . Nor less , I trust , To them I may have owed another gift , Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood , In which the burden of the mystery , In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all 26 QUIET HOURS .
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... less pure To - day . And that th ' Eternal Good Minds nothing of my mood To - day . For when the sun grows dark , A sacred , secret spark Shoots rays . Fed from a hidden bowl , A lamp burns in my soul All days . CHARLES G. AMES , 1859 ...
... less pure To - day . And that th ' Eternal Good Minds nothing of my mood To - day . For when the sun grows dark , A sacred , secret spark Shoots rays . Fed from a hidden bowl , A lamp burns in my soul All days . CHARLES G. AMES , 1859 ...
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... less Than treasure shared by every soul . Talk not of store , Millions or more , of values which the purse may hold , – But this divine ! I own the mine - Whose grains outweigh a planet's gold . I have a stake in every star , In every ...
... less Than treasure shared by every soul . Talk not of store , Millions or more , of values which the purse may hold , – But this divine ! I own the mine - Whose grains outweigh a planet's gold . I have a stake in every star , In every ...
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... less shall manly deed and word Rebuke an age of wrong ; The graven flowers that wreathe the sword Make not the blade less strong . But smiting hands shall learn to heal , - To build as to destroy ; Nor less my heart for others feel That ...
... less shall manly deed and word Rebuke an age of wrong ; The graven flowers that wreathe the sword Make not the blade less strong . But smiting hands shall learn to heal , - To build as to destroy ; Nor less my heart for others feel That ...
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... which I blindly cry : But that His plans and purposes Have grown to me less strange and dim ; And where I cannot understand , I trust the issues unto Him . - And , spite of many broken dreams , This 116 QUIET - HOURS .
... which I blindly cry : But that His plans and purposes Have grown to me less strange and dim ; And where I cannot understand , I trust the issues unto Him . - And , spite of many broken dreams , This 116 QUIET - HOURS .
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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...