Garnered Treasures from the Poets ...Friends' Book Association, 1878 - 252 pàgines |
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Garnered Treasures: From the Poets (1878) Intelligencer Friends' Intelligencer Previsualització no disponible - 2008 |
Garnered Treasures: From the Poets (1878) Intelligencer Friends' Intelligencer Previsualització no disponible - 2008 |
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ALFRED TENNYSON bear beauty beneath blessed breath breezes bright cast centuries fall Cepheus CHARLES MACKAY cheer chrysoprase CHURCH OF HUMANITY creed CURLEW dark dear death deep despair thou never divine doth dream earth eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear feet flower FRIEND'S BURIAL friends gentle glad glory God's grace hast hath heart heaven heavenly holy HYMN Labor life's light live liveth look lost LUCY LARCOM MARY MAPES DODGE morning murmur naught ne'er neath needle night OCEAN REST pain pass path peace POCAHONTAS praise pray prayer rippling river round shadow shadows fall shine sigh silent sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strong strong to save sunbeams SUSAN COOLIDGE sweet tears tell tender thee thine things Thou art Thou wilt thought to-day toil trust truth unto voice wait waves weary ween wild wind word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 109 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Pàgina 133 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Pàgina 81 - gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays; For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray,. Nor change the tide of destiny.
Pàgina 101 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Pàgina 195 - Tis the still water faileth, Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth, Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth, Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labor is glory, — the flying cloud lightens ; Only the waving wing changes and brightens ; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens; Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune.
Pàgina 118 - OUR fathers' God ! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done, And trust Thee for the opening one.
Pàgina 246 - A million torches, lighted by Thy hand, Wander unwearied through the blue abyss — They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command, All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
Pàgina 151 - If there be some weaker one, Give me strength to help him on ; If a blinder soul there be, Let me guide him nearer Thee. Make my mortal dreams come true With the work I fain would do ; Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant...
Pàgina 130 - GOODNESS 0 friends ! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God And love of man I bear. 1 trace your lines of argument ; Your logic linked and strong, I weigh as one who dreads dissent, And fears a doubt as wrong. But still my human hands are weak To hold your iron creeds : Against the words ye bid me speak My heart within me pleads. Who fathoms the Eternal Thought ? Who talks of scheme and plan ? The Lord is God ! He needeth not The poor device of man.
Pàgina 245 - First chaos, then existence ; Lord ! on Thee Eternity had its foundation : all Sprung forth from Thee : of light, joy, harmony Sole origin ; all life, all beauty Thine.