The Poems of Adelaide A. ProcterJ.R. Osgood, 1878 - 416 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alice Angel angel band baby smile bitter blessing blue blue air Bregenz bright calm cast child clouds cold comfort crown dark darling dead dear divine dream dreary dying daylight earth echo eyes fade fear fled flowers gaze gentle Ghent gift glory God's golden grief hand happy days hear heard Heaven honor hope Hush knew Kyrie Eleison Lake Constance light linger listened look Lord Love for love Mary Miserere mother murmur never night noble once pain passed past pause peace perfume phantom called pity poor pray prayer pride rest rose round seemed shadow shining silence skies sleep smile snowdrops sorrow soul spirit starry stars stir strange strife sweet tears tell tempest tender thee thine thou thought thy heart to-day toil trembling Tyrol voice wait watched weary wind wings wonder words ye stars
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 405 - I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load ; I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet ; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead, Lead me aright — Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed — Through Peace to Light.
Seite 20 - ONE. >~ONE by one the sands are flowing One by one the moments fall, Some are coming, some are going — Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each ; Let no future dreams elate thee ; Learn thou first what those can teaoh.
Seite 20 - One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armed band ; One will fade as others greet thee, Shadows passing through the land.
Seite 406 - I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see — Better in darkness just to feel Thy Hand, And follow Thee.
Seite 101 - She served kind, gentle masters, nor asked for rest or change; Her friends seemed no more new ones, their speech seemed no more strange ; And when she led her cattle to pasture every day, She ceased to look and wonder on which side Bregenz lay.
Seite 18 - TJDGE not ; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see", What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure light may only be A scar, brought from some well-won field, Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.
Seite 107 - OW with a generous hand ; Pause not for toil or pain ; Weary not through the heat of summer, Weary not through the cold spring rain; But wait till the autumn comes For the sheaves of golden grain. Scatter the seed, and fear not, A table will be spread ; What matter if you are too weary To eat your hard-earned bread : Sow, while the earth is broken, For the hungry must be fed.
Seite 104 - help Bregenz, and bring me there in time ! " But louder than bells ringing, or lowing of the kine, Grows nearer in the midnight the rushing of the Rhine.
Seite 30 - BEFORE I trust my Fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul tonight for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret : Is there one link within the Past That holds thy spirit yet ? Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee ? Does there within thy dimmest dreams A possible future shine, Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe...
Seite 101 - Yet, when her master's children would clustering round her stand, she sang them ancient ballads of her own native land ; and when at morn and evening she knelt before God's throne, the accents of her childhood rose to her lips alone.