Quiet Hour: A Collection of PoemsRoberts brothers, 1886 - 182 psl. |
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... dear companion to many earnestly religious people . " - Christian Register . " Thousands of thoughtful and devout minds have been helped , comforted , and strengthened by the little volume of poetical selections , published under the ...
... dear companion to many earnestly religious people . " - Christian Register . " Thousands of thoughtful and devout minds have been helped , comforted , and strengthened by the little volume of poetical selections , published under the ...
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... DEAR babe , that sleepest cradled by my side , Whose gentle breathings , heard in this deep calm , Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness ...
... DEAR babe , that sleepest cradled by my side , Whose gentle breathings , heard in this deep calm , Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness ...
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... dear , that if eyes were made for seeing , Then Beauty is its own excuse for being : Why thou wert there , O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask , I never knew ; But , in my simple ignorance , suppose The self - same Power that ...
... dear , that if eyes were made for seeing , Then Beauty is its own excuse for being : Why thou wert there , O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask , I never knew ; But , in my simple ignorance , suppose The self - same Power that ...
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... dear , dear friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear sister ...
... dear , dear friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart , and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes . Oh ! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear , dear sister ...
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... Of absence , these steep woods and lofty cliffs , And this green pastoral landscape , were to me More dear , both for themselves and for thy sake ! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ――― A RAIN AFTER DROUGHT . FEW short hours ago , 30 QUIET HOURS .
... Of absence , these steep woods and lofty cliffs , And this green pastoral landscape , were to me More dear , both for themselves and for thy sake ! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ――― A RAIN AFTER DROUGHT . FEW short hours ago , 30 QUIET HOURS .
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bear beauty blessed blind breath bring calm child comes dark dear death deep divine dost doth doubt dream earth Eternal eyes face fair faith fall Father fear feel feet flowers give given God's gone grace grows hand hast hath hear heart heaven hold holy hope hour JOHN keep leave life's light live look Lord mind morning Nature never night o'er once pain path peace praise pray prayer pure rest rise round secret seek seems sense shadows shining side silent sing smile song sorrow soul spirit stand stars strength strong sure sweet tender Thee Thine things Thou thought threads Thy love trust truth turn unto voice wait walk wandering waves weak weary wind
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28 psl. - Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.
29 psl. - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
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...
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...
47 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.
123 psl. - And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed He will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
45 psl. - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and 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: Oh!
46 psl. - And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
30 psl. - Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee...
62 psl. - DAYS DAUGHTERS of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.