The World's Great Religious PoetryCaroline Miles Hill Macmillan, 1923 - 836 страници |
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... bright stars plead ; He hears the message from on high , And to the call gives heed . The roses tremble as he nears , And cry , " Rejoice , rejoice ! " The rocks break forth as he appears , " God sends a Voice , a Voice ! " FRAGMENT ...
... bright stars plead ; He hears the message from on high , And to the call gives heed . The roses tremble as he nears , And cry , " Rejoice , rejoice ! " The rocks break forth as he appears , " God sends a Voice , a Voice ! " FRAGMENT ...
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... bright , Nor the sublime Fore - running of their time ! THE POET AMY LOWELL What instinct forces man to journey on , Urged by a longing blind but dominant ! Nothing he sees can hold him , nothing daunt His never - failing eagerness ...
... bright , Nor the sublime Fore - running of their time ! THE POET AMY LOWELL What instinct forces man to journey on , Urged by a longing blind but dominant ! Nothing he sees can hold him , nothing daunt His never - failing eagerness ...
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... bright hand send signals from the suns . CREDO EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON I cannot find my way : There is no star In all the clouded heavens anywhere ; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can ...
... bright hand send signals from the suns . CREDO EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON I cannot find my way : There is no star In all the clouded heavens anywhere ; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can ...
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... bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things . Rather my own frail guttering lights Windblown and nearly beaten out , Rather the terror of the nights And a long sick groping after doubt . Rather be lost than let my soul ...
... bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things . Rather my own frail guttering lights Windblown and nearly beaten out , Rather the terror of the nights And a long sick groping after doubt . Rather be lost than let my soul ...
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... bright array , Each morn the thirsting grass with dew was wet . The corn failed not its harvest , nor the vine . And yet he saw no sign . One longed to hear a prophet ; and he strayed Through crowded streets , and by the open sea . He ...
... bright array , Each morn the thirsting grass with dew was wet . The corn failed not its harvest , nor the vine . And yet he saw no sign . One longed to hear a prophet ; and he strayed Through crowded streets , and by the open sea . He ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty behold beneath bird bless breath bright canst CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Christ clouds crown dark dawn dead death deep divine doth dream dust dwell earth EDWARD CARPENTER EDWARD DOWDEN eternal evermore eyes face faith fear feet Fiona Macleod fire flame flowers forever GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL glorious glory God's gods hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope HYMN immortal Jesus JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASEFIELD JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND King land light live look Lord mercy mighty mind morning naught never night o'er pain pass peace praise pray prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON rise ROBERT BROWNING round seek Setebos shalt shine silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tree trust truth unto voice wandering wave wind wings word
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Страница 680 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Страница 265 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Страница 680 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Страница 200 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Страница 625 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Страница 287 - Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field so he flourisheth: For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Страница 689 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Страница 103 - Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies, how tender ! how firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend ! O measureless Might!
Страница 274 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Страница 374 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...