Our Home Beyond the Tide: And Kindred PoemsCrocker, Cornish, 1872 - 252 oldal |
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ALICE CARY angels ANONYMOUS beautiful land beloved sleep better land blessed bloom blossoms breath bright brow calm cheerful child clouds crown dark dear death dream earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fade fair fair city faith Father feet flowers flushing river forever friends gates gentle giveth His beloved glad gleam glorious glory God's golden gone grief HANAFORD hands HARRIET BEECHER STOWE hath heart heaven heavenly HELEN HUNT holy HORATIUS BONAR hour hushed immortal Life's light little hour look Lord LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON loved and lost LUCY LARCOM MARY CLEMMER AMES morn mortal mother nearer neath never o'er pain path peace pearly gates prayer rest river royal hours Seeds shadows shining shore silent sing skies smile song sorrow soul spirit strife sweet tears tender thine thou throne tide to-day toil trod trust unseen veil voice wait watch weary weep
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193. oldal - 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.
158. oldal - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
191. oldal - I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within ; I hear, with groan and travail-cries. The world confess its sin. Yet in the maddening maze of things. And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed stake my spirit clings: I know that God is good!
76. oldal - Heaven is not reached at a single bound ; But we build the ladder by which we rise From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.
220. oldal - What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows? He giveth His beloved, sleep.
159. oldal - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. . We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
199. oldal - As some rare perfume in a vase of clay Pervades it with a fragrance not its own, So, when Thou dwellest in a mortal soul, All heaven's own sweetness seems around it thrown.
189. oldal - I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground Ye tread with boldness shod; I dare not fix with mete and bound The love and power of God.
68. oldal - THERE is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore: And bright in heaven's jewelled crown They shine forevermore.
69. oldal - There is no death ! The leaves may fall, And flowers may fade and pass away; They only wait through wintry hours, The coming of the May. There is no death ! An angel form Walks o'er the earth with silent tread ; He bears our best loved things away; And then we call them