The Poems of Adelaide A. ProcterHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 247 Seiten |
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... LORD THE STAR OF THE SEA . THE SACRED HEART . THE NAMES OF OUR LADY . A CHAPLET OF FLOWERS KYRIE ELEISON THE ANNUNCIATION AN APPEAL THE JUBILEE OF 1850 CHRISTMAS FLOWERS A DESIRE OUR DAILY BREAD THREEFOLD CONFIDO ET CONQUIESCO ORA PRO ...
... LORD THE STAR OF THE SEA . THE SACRED HEART . THE NAMES OF OUR LADY . A CHAPLET OF FLOWERS KYRIE ELEISON THE ANNUNCIATION AN APPEAL THE JUBILEE OF 1850 CHRISTMAS FLOWERS A DESIRE OUR DAILY BREAD THREEFOLD CONFIDO ET CONQUIESCO ORA PRO ...
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... Lord , " she cried , " the shades of death Upon my soul are cast ! Have I not shunned the path of sin , And chosen the better part ? " . What voice came through the sacred air ? - " My child , give me thy Heart ! " " Have I not laid ...
... Lord , " she cried , " the shades of death Upon my soul are cast ! Have I not shunned the path of sin , And chosen the better part ? " . What voice came through the sacred air ? - " My child , give me thy Heart ! " " Have I not laid ...
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Adelaide Anne Procter. " Have I not , Lord , gone day by day Where dwell ; Thy poor children And carried help , and gold , and food ? O Lord , Thou knowest it well ! From many a house , from many a soul , My hand bids care depart ...
Adelaide Anne Procter. " Have I not , Lord , gone day by day Where dwell ; Thy poor children And carried help , and gold , and food ? O Lord , Thou knowest it well ! From many a house , from many a soul , My hand bids care depart ...
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... seem to see The little lord upon her knee . And yet he was like angel fair , With rosy cheeks and golden hair , That fell on shoulders white as snow : But the blue eyes that shone below His clustering rings THE SAILOR BOY . 63.
... seem to see The little lord upon her knee . And yet he was like angel fair , With rosy cheeks and golden hair , That fell on shoulders white as snow : But the blue eyes that shone below His clustering rings THE SAILOR BOY . 63.
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... lord might do ; Besides , he loved my lady too . And many a time , I recollect , They were together in the wood ; He , with an air of grave re- spect , And earnest look , uncovered stood . And though their speech I never heard , ( Save ...
... lord might do ; Besides , he loved my lady too . And many a time , I recollect , They were together in the wood ; He , with an air of grave re- spect , And earnest look , uncovered stood . And though their speech I never heard , ( Save ...
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Alice Angel baby smile bitter blessing blue blue air Bregenz bright calm child clouds cold comfort crown dark dead dear Death divine dream dreary dying daylight earth echo eyes fade fear fled flowers gaze gentle glory God's golden grew grief hand happy days hear heard Heaven honor hope Hush knew light linger Listen live look Lord love divine Love for love mother murmur never nevermore night noble once pain passed past pause peace perfume phantom called pity poor pray prayer pride radiant refuge denied rest rose round seemed shadow shining silent skies sleep smile sorrow soul spirit starry stars stirred strange strife sweet tears tears are falling tell tempest tender thee thine thou thought to-day toil trembling voice wailing wait watched weary wind wings wonder words ye stars
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Seite 240 - 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 81 - 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 240 - I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed Full radiance here ; Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear. I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand And follow Thee.
Seite 54 - Learn the mystery of Progression duly : Do not call each glorious change, Decay ; But know we only hold our treasures truly, When it seems as if they passed away.
Seite 57 - To do her honor still. And there, when Bregenz women Sit spinning in the shade, They see in quaint old carving The charger and the Maid. And when, to guard old Bregenz, By gateway, street, and tower, The warder paces all night long, And calls each passing hour ; « Nine," « ten,"
Seite 9 - 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 9 - Every hour that fleets so slowly Has its task to do or bear; Luminous the crown, and holy, When each gem is set with care. Do not linger with regretting, Or for passing hours despond; Nor, the daily toil forgetting, Look too eagerly beyond. Hours are golden links, God's token, Reaching Heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
Seite 8 - 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 these can teach.
Seite xix - The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem ; the shepherd, his lamb ; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.
Seite 42 - Wait ; yet I do not tell you The hour you long for now Will not come with its radiance vanished, And a shadow upon its brow ; Yet far through the misty future, With a crown of starry light, An hour of joy you know not Is winging her silent flight. Pray...