Quiet Hours: A Collection of PoemsRoberts Brothers, 1874 - 182 psl. |
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... wilt thou be to - night , When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My drift - wood fire will burn so bright ! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee , though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky ; For are we ...
... wilt thou be to - night , When the loosed storm breaks furiously ? My drift - wood fire will burn so bright ! To what warm shelter canst thou fly ? I do not fear for thee , though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky ; For are we ...
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... wilt thou remember me , And these my exhortations ! Nor , perchance , If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence , - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this ...
... wilt thou remember me , And these my exhortations ! Nor , perchance , If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice , nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence , - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this ...
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... WILT The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew ; And every blade of grass I see , From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew . Wilt Thou not visit me ? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone , And every hill and tree Lends but ...
... WILT The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew ; And every blade of grass I see , From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew . Wilt Thou not visit me ? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone , And every hill and tree Lends but ...
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... wilt visit me ; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well , As when , from sin set free , My spirit loves with Thine in peace to dwell . JONES VERY . FROM WHOM BUT THEE . ROM past regret and present faithlessness From the deep ...
... wilt visit me ; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well , As when , from sin set free , My spirit loves with Thine in peace to dwell . JONES VERY . FROM WHOM BUT THEE . ROM past regret and present faithlessness From the deep ...
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... wilt sustain us till its work is done . In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy Abides ; and when pain seems to have her will , Or we despair , oh ! may that peace rise slowly , Stronger than agony , and we be still . Now , Father ...
... wilt sustain us till its work is done . In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy Abides ; and when pain seems to have her will , Or we despair , oh ! may that peace rise slowly , Stronger than agony , and we be still . Now , Father ...
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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...