A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1874 - 351 oldal |
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10. oldal
... died in Bridgewater , in 1681 , aged 80 years . SECOND GENERATION . Joseph , the ninth child of John , born in Plymouth , in 1665 , emigrated to Connecticut , and was one of the original proprietors of the town of Windham . At the ...
... died in Bridgewater , in 1681 , aged 80 years . SECOND GENERATION . Joseph , the ninth child of John , born in Plymouth , in 1665 , emigrated to Connecticut , and was one of the original proprietors of the town of Windham . At the ...
11. oldal
... died in 1776 , aged 81 years . : FOURTH GENERATION . Samuel , the ninth child of John , born June 13 , 1734 , graduated at Yale College in the class of 1755 , was a physician , eminent in his profession ; married Deliver- ance Grant ...
... died in 1776 , aged 81 years . : FOURTH GENERATION . Samuel , the ninth child of John , born June 13 , 1734 , graduated at Yale College in the class of 1755 , was a physician , eminent in his profession ; married Deliver- ance Grant ...
12. oldal
... died 1871 . 7. Warren , born 1826 , living near Harrison , Ohio 8. Lucy , born 1829 , died 1833 . 9. Elmina , born 1831 , married Alex . Swift , and died 1862 . " In the beginning of the reign of Henry V. , a certain knight - errant of ...
... died 1871 . 7. Warren , born 1826 , living near Harrison , Ohio 8. Lucy , born 1829 , died 1833 . 9. Elmina , born 1831 , married Alex . Swift , and died 1862 . " In the beginning of the reign of Henry V. , a certain knight - errant of ...
17. oldal
... died I'm almost fifty , now . It may seem strange when I tell you that I don't believe that there has been an hour of any day since her death in which I have not thought of her and mourned for her . Strange , isn't it , that the life ...
... died I'm almost fifty , now . It may seem strange when I tell you that I don't believe that there has been an hour of any day since her death in which I have not thought of her and mourned for her . Strange , isn't it , that the life ...
18. oldal
... died the next autumn , November 11 ; Lucy a month later , De- cember 10 , 1833. Father went directly over to the ... dying . ” STRUGGLES WITH POVERTY . 19 I don't like to think 18 ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY .
... died the next autumn , November 11 ; Lucy a month later , De- cember 10 , 1833. Father went directly over to the ... dying . ” STRUGGLES WITH POVERTY . 19 I don't like to think 18 ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY .
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Alice and Phoebe Alice Cary Alice Cary's Alice's Bayard Taylor beauty believe birds blue-stocking bright called child Clovernook cried dark darling dead dear death delight died door dream Elizabeth Cary Elmina eternity eyes face faith father feel feet flowers friends golden gone grace Greeley hand happy heart Horace Greeley hour human hymn Johnny knew lady leave letters light live look memory morning mother nature never night o'er Oliver Johnson P. T. Barnum pain Phœbe Phoebe Cary Phoebe's poems poet poor rest Robert Dale Owen rose seemed shadow shining sick sing Sir Robert Cary sister sleep smile snow song Sorosis sorrow soul spirit story summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought to-day utterance wait weary wild wind woman women words write wrote York Tribune
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158. oldal - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
49. oldal - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
48. oldal - Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble knight.
49. oldal - Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go — (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or...
49. oldal - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round world is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
49. oldal - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure I but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
5. oldal - Under their tassels, — cattle near, Biting shorter the short green grass, And a hedge of sumach and sassafras, With bluebirds twittering all around, — (Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound !) — These, and the house where I was born, Low and little, and black and old, With children, many as it can hold, All at the windows, open wide, — Heads and shoulders clear outside, And fair young faces all ablush : Perhaps you may have seen, some day, Roses crowding the self-same way, Out of a wilding,...
158. oldal - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
174. oldal - One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er ; I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before ; Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne. Nearer the crystal sea ; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down ; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown But lying darkly between, Is the silent, unknown stream, That leads at last to the light.
159. oldal - But, when she glanced to the far-off town, White from its hill-slope looking down, The sweet song died, and a vague unrest And a nameless longing filled her breast — A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.