Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1874 - 182 psl. |
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... Sorrow SUBMISSION . I , even I , am He that comforteth you Sonnet from " Adela Cathcart " A Little Bird I am . The Wish of To - Day Rabia Made Perfect through Suffering First Sunday after Easter Rest Love and Discipline Peace in Trouble ...
... Sorrow SUBMISSION . I , even I , am He that comforteth you Sonnet from " Adela Cathcart " A Little Bird I am . The Wish of To - Day Rabia Made Perfect through Suffering First Sunday after Easter Rest Love and Discipline Peace in Trouble ...
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... sorrow hath , Had turned my feet into that forest - way , Just when His morning - light came down the path , Among the lonely woods at early day . CHARLES TURNER . SUNDAY ON THE HILL - TOP . ONL NLY ten miles from the city , And how I ...
... sorrow hath , Had turned my feet into that forest - way , Just when His morning - light came down the path , Among the lonely woods at early day . CHARLES TURNER . SUNDAY ON THE HILL - TOP . ONL NLY ten miles from the city , And how I ...
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... sorrow brings , Once more , the humors and the doubts of grief , In my mind's eye , from that moist forest - leaf Once more I see the glorious insect rise ! My faith is lifted on two gauzy wings , And served with light by two metallic ...
... sorrow brings , Once more , the humors and the doubts of grief , In my mind's eye , from that moist forest - leaf Once more I see the glorious insect rise ! My faith is lifted on two gauzy wings , And served with light by two metallic ...
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... discern What threads the fatal sisters spun , Through what ancestral years has run The sorrow with the woman born ; What forged her cruel chain of moods , What set 48 QUIET HOURS . Flowers without Fruit He remembereth we are Dust.
... discern What threads the fatal sisters spun , Through what ancestral years has run The sorrow with the woman born ; What forged her cruel chain of moods , What set 48 QUIET HOURS . Flowers without Fruit He remembereth we are Dust.
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... sorrow ; We press still thorow , Nought that abides in it Daunting us , — onward . And solemn before us , Veiled , the dark Portal , Goal of all mortal : Stars silent rest o'er us , Graves under us silent . While earnest thou gazest ...
... sorrow ; We press still thorow , Nought that abides in it Daunting us , — onward . And solemn before us , Veiled , the dark Portal , Goal of all mortal : Stars silent rest o'er us , Graves under us silent . While earnest thou gazest ...
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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...