Legends and Lyrics: A Book of VersesBell and Daldy, 1858 - 264 Seiten |
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angel Bavon bitter blue breast Bregenz bright calm child childish clouds cold crown dark dark shadows darling dead DEAD PAST dear deep blue sea divine dream dreary earth echoes eyes fade fair fear fled fleurs-de-lis flowers gathered gaze gentle Ghent gleam gloom glory God's golden grief hand hear heard Heaven honour hope Judas Tree Lake Constance Lamb of God light listen little longer live look mournful murmur never night noble noble lady o'er oh Lord pain pale passed past peace phantom called poor pray pride purple rejoice rest round shade shadows shining silent skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit STANFORD UNIVERSITY starry starry Night stars strange strife summer sunny sweet tears tell tender thee thine thy heart to-day toil trees trembling Tyrol vision voice wait watched weary wind wings word ye stars
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 32 - Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one (bright gifts from Heaven) Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready too to let them go. 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 73 - RISE ! for the day is passing, And you lie dreaming on ; The others have buckled their armor, And forth to the fight are gone : A place in the ranks awaits you, Each man has some part to play ; The Past and the Future are nothing, In the face of the stern To-day.
Seite 161 - Sow 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 32 - One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Seite 30 - May be the angel's slackened hand Has suffered it, that he may rise And take a firmer, surer stand ; Or, trusting less to earthly things, May henceforth learn to use his wings. And judge none lost ; but wait and see, With hopeful pity, not disdain ; The depth of the abyss may be The measure of the height of pain And love and glory that may raise This soul to God in after days ! FRIEND SORROW. Do not cheat thy heart, and tell her^ ' ' Grief will pass away ; Hope for fairer times in future, And forget...
Seite 115 - STRIVE ; yet I do not promise The prize you dream of to-day Will not fade when you think to grasp it, And melt in your hand away ; But another and holier treasure, You would now perchance disdain, Will come when your toil is over, And pay you for all your pain.
Seite 51 - Far over purple seas, They wait in sunny ease, The balmy southern breeze, To bring them to their northern homes once more. Why must the flowers die ? Prisoned they lie In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain...
Seite 219 - I thank Thee more that all our joy Is touched with pain ; That shadows fall on brightest hours ; That thorns remain ; So that Earth's bliss may be our guide, And not our chain.
Seite 53 - These many days; Will dreary hours never leave the earth ? O doubting heart! The stormy clouds on high Veil the same sunny sky That soon (for spring is nigh) Shall wake the summer into golden mirth. Fair hope is dead, and light Is quenched in night. What sound can break the silence of despair ? O doubting heart! Thy sky is overcast, Yet stars shall rise at last, Brighter for darkness past. And angels
Seite 220 - I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The best in store; We have enough, yet not too much To long for more: A yearning for a deeper peace, Not known before. I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though amply blest, Can never find, although they seek, A perfect rest — Nor ever shall, until they lean On Jesus