Poetical WorksHoughton, 1895 - 515 Seiten |
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... wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so , And deeds of week - day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow , Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless . VII ...
... wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so , And deeds of week - day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow , Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless . VII ...
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... wings And white arms crost , " Weep not for bygone things , They are not lost : The beauty which the summer time O'er thine opening spirit shed , The forest oracles sublime That filled thy soul with joyous dread , The scent of every ...
... wings And white arms crost , " Weep not for bygone things , They are not lost : The beauty which the summer time O'er thine opening spirit shed , The forest oracles sublime That filled thy soul with joyous dread , The scent of every ...
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... wings to soar to her desire . O , prophesy no more to - morrow's splen- dor , Be no more shamefaced to speak out for Truth , Lay on her altar all the gushings tender , The hope , the fire , the loving faith of youth ! O , prophesy no ...
... wings to soar to her desire . O , prophesy no more to - morrow's splen- dor , Be no more shamefaced to speak out for Truth , Lay on her altar all the gushings tender , The hope , the fire , the loving faith of youth ! O , prophesy no ...
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... wings already , I Must burst this earth - shell ere I fly . Then , God , take me ! We shall be near , More near than ever , each to each : Her angel ears will find more clear My heavenly than my earthly speech ; And still , as I draw ...
... wings already , I Must burst this earth - shell ere I fly . Then , God , take me ! We shall be near , More near than ever , each to each : Her angel ears will find more clear My heavenly than my earthly speech ; And still , as I draw ...
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... wings , But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! With joy and love of Him who sent thee , The violets on the hillock toss , And for the fulfilling sense Of that glad obedience The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss ; For nature feels not any loss ...
... wings , But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! With joy and love of Him who sent thee , The violets on the hillock toss , And for the fulfilling sense Of that glad obedience The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss ; For nature feels not any loss ...
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Seite 107 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 107 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings. He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best?
Seite 108 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green. We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing.
Seite 56 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 83 - DANDELION DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas...
Seite 402 - They knew that outward grace is dust; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, levellined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Seite 111 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side. — Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold! through him I give to thee!
Seite 68 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 67 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Seite 405 - O'er such sweet brows as never other wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare? What were our lives without thee ? What all our lives to save thee ? We reck not what we gave thee; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else, and we will dare...