The Poems of Adelaide A. ProcterHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 247 Seiten |
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... listen to what it is saying , Let us hearken to where it has been ; For it tells , in its terrible crying , The fearful sights it has seen . It clatters loud at the casements , Round the house it hurries on , And shrieks with redoubled ...
... listen to what it is saying , Let us hearken to where it has been ; For it tells , in its terrible crying , The fearful sights it has seen . It clatters loud at the casements , Round the house it hurries on , And shrieks with redoubled ...
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... listen , we might hear Close beside us , but the thun- der - Of a city dulls our ear . Every heart , as God's bright Angel , Can bid one such sorrow cease ; God has glory when his children Bring his poor ones joy and peace ! Listen ...
... listen , we might hear Close beside us , but the thun- der - Of a city dulls our ear . Every heart , as God's bright Angel , Can bid one such sorrow cease ; God has glory when his children Bring his poor ones joy and peace ! Listen ...
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... listen to its solemn chant or march ; Folding his little hands , his sim- ple prayer Melted in childish dreams , and both in air : While the great organ over all would roll , Speaking strange secrets to his innocent soul , Bearing on ...
... listen to its solemn chant or march ; Folding his little hands , his sim- ple prayer Melted in childish dreams , and both in air : While the great organ over all would roll , Speaking strange secrets to his innocent soul , Bearing on ...
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... listen , who could understand , Whose idle work dropped from her slackened hand , While with wet eyes entranced she stood , nor knew How the melodious wingéd hours flew ; Who loved his art as none had loved before , Yet prized the noble ...
... listen , who could understand , Whose idle work dropped from her slackened hand , While with wet eyes entranced she stood , nor knew How the melodious wingéd hours flew ; Who loved his art as none had loved before , Yet prized the noble ...
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... Listen , and I will tell thee The song Creation sings , From the humming of bees in the heather , To the flutter of ... listening ages hear . Above thy peevish wailing Rises that holy song ; Above Earth's foolish clamor , Above the voice ...
... Listen , and I will tell thee The song Creation sings , From the humming of bees in the heather , To the flutter of ... listening ages hear . Above thy peevish wailing Rises that holy song ; Above Earth's foolish clamor , Above the voice ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
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...