Quiet Hour: A Collection of PoemsRoberts brothers, 1886 - 182 psl. |
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... pain Who have long'd deeply once , and long'd in vain ; But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head , to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be , How vast , yet of what clear transparency . How it were ...
... pain Who have long'd deeply once , and long'd in vain ; But I will rather say that you remain A world above man's head , to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be , How vast , yet of what clear transparency . How it were ...
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... pain and conflict cease , And turn to music every jarring sound . How longs each gulf within the weary soul To taste the life of this benignant hour , To be at one with Thine untroubled whole , And in itself to know Thy hushing power ...
... pain and conflict cease , And turn to music every jarring sound . How longs each gulf within the weary soul To taste the life of this benignant hour , To be at one with Thine untroubled whole , And in itself to know Thy hushing power ...
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... pain , or grief , Should be thy portion , with what healing thoughts Of tender joy 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 ...
... pain , or grief , Should be thy portion , with what healing thoughts Of tender joy 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 ...
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... pain , Are now and here . Back to thyself is measured well All thou hast given ; Thy neighbor's wrong is thy present hell , His bliss , thy heaven . And in life , in death , in dark and light , All are in God's care ; Sound the black ...
... pain , Are now and here . Back to thyself is measured well All thou hast given ; Thy neighbor's wrong is thy present hell , His bliss , thy heaven . And in life , in death , in dark and light , All are in God's care ; Sound the black ...
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... pain , or strange eventful day , To my tormented soul such larger grace . So now , whene'er , in journeying on , I feel The shadow of the Providential Hand , Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast , Searching to know what He ...
... pain , or strange eventful day , To my tormented soul such larger grace . So now , whene'er , in journeying on , I feel The shadow of the Providential Hand , Deep breathless stirrings shoot across my breast , Searching to know what He ...
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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.