The Poems of Adelaide A. ProcterHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 247 Seiten |
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... prayer . Then Earth arose , and , in her might , To vindicate her injured right , Thrust him in deeper depths of night ; Branding him with a deeper brand Of shame , he could not under , stand , The felon outcast of the land . God gave a ...
... prayer . Then Earth arose , and , in her might , To vindicate her injured right , Thrust him in deeper depths of night ; Branding him with a deeper brand Of shame , he could not under , stand , The felon outcast of the land . God gave a ...
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... prayer , Ere it can float to the carved angels there , The silver clouded incense faints in air : Only the organ's voice , with peal on peal , Can mount to where those far - off angels kneel , Here the pale boy , beneath a low side ...
... prayer , Ere it can float to the carved angels there , The silver clouded incense faints in air : Only the organ's voice , with peal on peal , Can mount to where those far - off angels kneel , Here the pale boy , beneath a low side ...
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... prayer . So years fled on , while childish fancies past , The childish love and simple faith could last . The artist - soul awoke in him , the flame Of genius , like the light of Heaven , came Upon his brain , and ( as it will , if true ) ...
... prayer . So years fled on , while childish fancies past , The childish love and simple faith could last . The artist - soul awoke in him , the flame Of genius , like the light of Heaven , came Upon his brain , and ( as it will , if true ) ...
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... praying by the Maiden's Tomb . So their life went , until , one winter's day , Father and child came there alone to pray , The mother , gentle soul , had fled away ! Their life was altered now , and yet the child Forgot her passionate ...
... praying by the Maiden's Tomb . So their life went , until , one winter's day , Father and child came there alone to pray , The mother , gentle soul , had fled away ! Their life was altered now , and yet the child Forgot her passionate ...
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... prayer , nor longing hope restore , ( Dear as to long - blind eyes re- covered sight , ) He will give back those who are gone before . O , what were life , if life were all ? Thine eyes Are blinded by their tears , or thou wouldst see ...
... prayer , nor longing hope restore , ( Dear as to long - blind eyes re- covered sight , ) He will give back those who are gone before . O , what were life , if life were all ? Thine eyes Are blinded by their tears , or thou wouldst see ...
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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...