The Poems of Adelaide A. ProcterTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 416 Seiten |
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... Peace of God 149 Life in Death and Death in Life 151 Recollections 154 Illusion 156 A Vision • 158 Pictures in the Fire 160 The Settlers 162 Hush ! 164 Hours 165 The Two Interpreters 167 Comfort 169 Home at Last 171 Unexpressed 172 ...
... Peace of God 149 Life in Death and Death in Life 151 Recollections 154 Illusion 156 A Vision • 158 Pictures in the Fire 160 The Settlers 162 Hush ! 164 Hours 165 The Two Interpreters 167 Comfort 169 Home at Last 171 Unexpressed 172 ...
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... Peace and feasting in the hall ; And the voices of the children Ringing clear above it all ! Yet one house was dim and darkened ; Gloom , and sickness , and despair , Dwelling in the gilded chambers , Creeping up the marble stair , Even ...
... Peace and feasting in the hall ; And the voices of the children Ringing clear above it all ! Yet one house was dim and darkened ; Gloom , and sickness , and despair , Dwelling in the gilded chambers , Creeping up the marble stair , Even ...
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... peace again . And the child ! ― but why remember Foolish fancies that I thought ? Every tree and every hedge - row From the well - known past I brought ; I would picture my dear cottage , See the crackling wood - fire burn , And the two ...
... peace again . And the child ! ― but why remember Foolish fancies that I thought ? Every tree and every hedge - row From the well - known past I brought ; I would picture my dear cottage , See the crackling wood - fire burn , And the two ...
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... peace . " " Let me die , father ! I tremble , and fear To yield in that terrible strife ! " " The crown must be won for heaven , dear , In the battle - field of life : My child , though thy foes are strong and tried , He loveth the weak ...
... peace . " " Let me die , father ! I tremble , and fear To yield in that terrible strife ! " " The crown must be won for heaven , dear , In the battle - field of life : My child , though thy foes are strong and tried , He loveth the weak ...
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... peace , were flown , Than thy heart grew cold and careless , Reckless , hopeless , like my own . Sleep , my darling , thou art weary ; God is good , but life is dreary . I am wasted , dear , with hunger , And my brain is all opprest , I ...
... peace , were flown , Than thy heart grew cold and careless , Reckless , hopeless , like my own . Sleep , my darling , thou art weary ; God is good , but life is dreary . I am wasted , dear , with hunger , And my brain is all opprest , I ...
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Alice Angel baby smiled bitter blessing blue blue air Bregenz bright bright promise calm cast child clouds cold crown dark darling dead DEAD PAST dear demon band 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 Kyrie Eleison Lake Constance light linger listen live look Lord Mary mother mountain pass murmur never night noble pain passed past paused peace phantom called pity poor pray prayer pride rest rose round seemed shadow shining silence skies sleep smile snowdrops sorrow soul spirit starry stars stir strange strife sweet tears tell tempest tender thee thine thou thought thy heart to-day toil trembling Tyrol voice wait watched weary wind wings wonder words ye stars
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Seite 402 - I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel thy hand, And follow thee.
Seite 202 - SEATED one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then, But I struck one chord of music, Like the sound of a great amen. It flooded the crimson twilight, Like the close of an angel's psalm, And it lay on my fevered spirit, With a touch of infinite calm.
Seite 18 - 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 16 - JUDGE not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain, In God's pure light may only be A scar, brought from some well-won fleld, Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.
Seite 311 - The shadows of the evening hours Fall from the darkening sky; Upon the fragrance of the flowers The dews of evening lie: Before Thy throne, O Lord of...
Seite 105 - OW 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 29 - Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day And answer to my claim, That Fate, and that to-day's mistake — Not thou — had been to blame ? Some soothe their conscience thus ; but thou wilt surely warn and save me now. Nay, answer not, — I dare not hear, The words would come too late ; Yet I would spare thee all remorse, So, comfort thee, my Fate — Whatever on my heart may fall — remember, -I •would risk it all ! THE THREE RULERS.
Seite 145 - I thank Thee too that Thou hast made Joy to abound ; So many gentle thoughts and deeds Circling us round. That in the darkest spot of earth Some love is found.
Seite 28 - Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul tonight for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret : Is there one link within the Past That holds thy spirit yet ? Or is thy Faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee...
Seite 99 - From off their rocky steep, Have cast their trembling shadow For ages on the deep : Mountain, and lake, and valley, A sacred legend know, Of how the town was saved, one night, Three hundred years ago. Far from her home and kindred, A Tyrol maid had fled, To serve in the Swiss valleys, And toil for daily bread ; And every year that fleeted So silently and fast, Seemed to bear farther from her The memory of the Past. She...