Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1874 - 182 psl. |
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... Truth Supreme ! through shame and pain , A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm ; Let not reflection's pangs be roused in vain , But heal the wounded breast with searching balm . So , firm in steadfast hope , in thought secure , In full ...
... Truth Supreme ! through shame and pain , A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm ; Let not reflection's pangs be roused in vain , But heal the wounded breast with searching balm . So , firm in steadfast hope , in thought secure , In full ...
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... soul , which is thy heaven , shall dwell Thy spirit , beautiful Unspeakable ! ANON . From " The Seaboard Parish . " THE VIOLET . HOU tellest truths unspoken yet by man 16 QUIET HOURS . To a Snowdrop found in February.
... soul , which is thy heaven , shall dwell Thy spirit , beautiful Unspeakable ! ANON . From " The Seaboard Parish . " THE VIOLET . HOU tellest truths unspoken yet by man 16 QUIET HOURS . To a Snowdrop found in February.
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. THE VIOLET . HOU tellest truths unspoken yet by man , THOU By this thy lonely home and modest look ; For he has not the eyes such truths to scan , Nor learns to read from such a lowly book ...
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. THE VIOLET . HOU tellest truths unspoken yet by man , THOU By this thy lonely home and modest look ; For he has not the eyes such truths to scan , Nor learns to read from such a lowly book ...
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... truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat ; I leave it behind with the games of youth . " - As I spoke , beneath my feet The ground - pine curled its pretty wreath , Running over the club - moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ...
... truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat ; I leave it behind with the games of youth . " - As I spoke , beneath my feet The ground - pine curled its pretty wreath , Running over the club - moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath ...
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... 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 : Long may the kindly impulse last ! But thou , if they should totter , teach them to stand ...
... 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 : Long may the kindly impulse last ! But thou , if they should totter , teach them to stand ...
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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!
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