Poems of the Inner Life: Selected Chiefly from Modern AuthorsSampson Low, Marston, Low, & Searle, 1866 - 288 strán (strany) |
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Strana 17
... voices fond , Interpreting that love must be The meaning of the earth and sea . Fit ministers ! Of living loves Theirs has the calmest fashion , Their living voice the likest moves To lifeless intonation , The lovely monotone of springs ...
... voices fond , Interpreting that love must be The meaning of the earth and sea . Fit ministers ! Of living loves Theirs has the calmest fashion , Their living voice the likest moves To lifeless intonation , The lovely monotone of springs ...
Strana 21
... voice , Minds us of our better choice . Needs no show of mountain hoary , Winding shore , or deepening glen , Where the landscape in its glory Teaches truth to wandering men : Give true hearts but earth and sky , And some flowers to ...
... voice , Minds us of our better choice . Needs no show of mountain hoary , Winding shore , or deepening glen , Where the landscape in its glory Teaches truth to wandering men : Give true hearts but earth and sky , And some flowers to ...
Strana 28
... voice , If aught unworthy be my choice , From THEE if I would swerve ; Oh ! let thy grace remind me of the light Full early lost , and fruitlessly deplored , Which , at this moment , on my waking sight Appears to shine , by miracle ...
... voice , If aught unworthy be my choice , From THEE if I would swerve ; Oh ! let thy grace remind me of the light Full early lost , and fruitlessly deplored , Which , at this moment , on my waking sight Appears to shine , by miracle ...
Strana 30
... voices , Thine , humming bee ! —thine , joyous lark ! aloft . Oh , oft doth simple nature's voice bespeak Deep truths from which our feeble minds decline ; Truths for which intellect is all too weak , Since she is earthly while they are ...
... voices , Thine , humming bee ! —thine , joyous lark ! aloft . Oh , oft doth simple nature's voice bespeak Deep truths from which our feeble minds decline ; Truths for which intellect is all too weak , Since she is earthly while they are ...
Strana 61
... WE ARE HEALED . A VOICE upon the midnight air , Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray , Weeps forth , in agony of prayer , " O Father ! take this cup away ! " Ah ! thou who sorrowest unto death , We conquer LOOKING UNTO JESUS . 61.
... WE ARE HEALED . A VOICE upon the midnight air , Where Kedron's moonlit waters stray , Weeps forth , in agony of prayer , " O Father ! take this cup away ! " Ah ! thou who sorrowest unto death , We conquer LOOKING UNTO JESUS . 61.
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A. H. CLOUGH angels beauty behold beneath blessed blest breast breath bright brow BURBIDGE calm CHARLES TURNER child Child is Father CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds COVENTRY PATMORE dark DAVID GRAY dear death deep divine doth dream E. B. BROWNING earth eternal eyes face faith fear feet flowers FREDERICK TENNYSON GEORGE MACDONALD giveth His beloved glory God's golden grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. H. NEWMAN JEAN INGELOW light live look Lord love thee MATTHEW ARNOLD nest night o'er pain peace pray prayer rest Ring ROBERT BROWNING round shade shine silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars strife sweet tears tender thine things Thou art Thou dost thou hast thought toil tree truth unto voice weary weep WILLIAM CALDWELL ROSCOE wind wings WORDSWORTH
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Strana 84 - Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; R1ng out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Strana 11 - 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: 10 Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Strana 225 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strana 229 - The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Strana 54 - SWEET Day ! so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die.
Strana 227 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Strana 88 - 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...
Strana 207 - FEAR death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe ; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Strana 24 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strana 245 - But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say, In the lower earth, in the years long still, That body and soul so pure and gay? Why your hair was amber, I shall divine, And your mouth of your own geranium's red, And what you would do with me, in fine, In the new life come in the old one's stead.