Quiet Hour: A Collection of PoemsRoberts brothers, 1886 - 182 páginas |
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. Morning Lux ecce surgit Aurea When I awake , I am still with Thee Vespers An ... to Duty Extract from " St. Matthew's Day " Flowers without Fruit . . He remembereth we are Dust . My Times are in ...
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. Morning Lux ecce surgit Aurea When I awake , I am still with Thee Vespers An ... to Duty Extract from " St. Matthew's Day " Flowers without Fruit . . He remembereth we are Dust . My Times are in ...
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... A Song of Trust The Shadow and the Light . · Cheerfulness . The Love of God The Eternal Goodness Hymn for the Mother The Will of God · • • · Go not far from me . Joy after Sorrow • .... A Little Bird I am . The Wish of To - Day · • I ...
... A Song of Trust The Shadow and the Light . · Cheerfulness . The Love of God The Eternal Goodness Hymn for the Mother The Will of God · • • · Go not far from me . Joy after Sorrow • .... A Little Bird I am . The Wish of To - Day · • I ...
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. QUIET HOURS . NATURE . HYMN OF NATURE . HARK , my soul , how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King ; Each a double tribute pays , Sings its part , and then obeys . Nature's chief and ...
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. QUIET HOURS . NATURE . HYMN OF NATURE . HARK , my soul , how every thing Strives to serve our bounteous King ; Each a double tribute pays , Sings its part , and then obeys . Nature's chief and ...
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. I will not say that your mild deeps retain A tinge ... day , Far , through their rosy depths , dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ... a Power whose care Teaches thy way 2 NATURE . 7 To a Waterfowl.
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. I will not say that your mild deeps retain A tinge ... day , Far , through their rosy depths , dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ... a Power whose care Teaches thy way 2 NATURE . 7 To a Waterfowl.
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A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. » There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast ... day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome ...
A Collection of Poems Mary Wilder Tileston. » There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast ... day thy wings have fanned , At that far height , the cold , thin atmosphere , Yet stoop not , weary , to the welcome ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 28 - 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.
Página 29 - 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...
Página 127 - 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...
Página 8 - 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...
Página 47 - 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.
Página 123 - And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed He will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
Página 45 - 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!
Página 46 - 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...
Página 30 - 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...
Página 62 - 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.