A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1874 - 351 oldal |
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v. oldal
... word of their own referring in any personal way to themselves , every impulse of my heart impelled me to relinquish the task . To tell the story of any human life , even in its outward inci- dents , wisely and justly , is not an easy ...
... word of their own referring in any personal way to themselves , every impulse of my heart impelled me to relinquish the task . To tell the story of any human life , even in its outward inci- dents , wisely and justly , is not an easy ...
vii. oldal
... word to me that I did not perfectly understand . I have never recorded a word of her that I did not know to be true , nor with any purpose but to do absolute justice to my dearest friend . This is a full and final reply to any query or ...
... word to me that I did not perfectly understand . I have never recorded a word of her that I did not know to be true , nor with any purpose but to do absolute justice to my dearest friend . This is a full and final reply to any query or ...
6. oldal
... words that he had so often repeated . For him the common life of a farmer was idealized into poetry ; springtime and ... word or gentle pat , and perhaps a few grains of corn , or a lump of salt or sugar ; and there was no colt so shy ...
... words that he had so often repeated . For him the common life of a farmer was idealized into poetry ; springtime and ... word or gentle pat , and perhaps a few grains of corn , or a lump of salt or sugar ; and there was no colt so shy ...
8. oldal
... words : Yet one word tells you all I would say , She is my mother : you • you will agree That all the rest may be thrown away . " Phoebe said of her : " She was the wonder of my childhood . She is no less a wonder to me as I recall her ...
... words : Yet one word tells you all I would say , She is my mother : you • you will agree That all the rest may be thrown away . " Phoebe said of her : " She was the wonder of my childhood . She is no less a wonder to me as I recall her ...
25. oldal
... words of appreciation and encouragement . In 1849 , the ed itor of the “ Tribune , " Horace Greeley , visited them in their own home , and thus speaks of the interview : " I found them , on my first visit to Cincinnati , early in the ...
... words of appreciation and encouragement . In 1849 , the ed itor of the “ Tribune , " Horace Greeley , visited them in their own home , and thus speaks of the interview : " I found them , on my first visit to Cincinnati , early in the ...
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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.