Sunshine in Life: Poems for the King's DaughtersPutnam, 1891 - 405 страници |
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... and mild , Thou wast once a little child . Fain I would be as Thou art ; Give me Thy obedient heart . Thou art pitiful and kind ; Let me have Thy loving mind . Meek and lowly may I be ; Thou art all 24 Sunshine in Life 24.
... and mild , Thou wast once a little child . Fain I would be as Thou art ; Give me Thy obedient heart . Thou art pitiful and kind ; Let me have Thy loving mind . Meek and lowly may I be ; Thou art all 24 Sunshine in Life 24.
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... mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust , Or flattery soothe the dull , cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once Poems for The King's Daughters 27.
... mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust , Or flattery soothe the dull , cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once Poems for The King's Daughters 27.
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Poems for the King's Daughters. Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ...
Poems for the King's Daughters. Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ...
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... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild , There , where a few torn shrubs the place dis- close , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , Poems for The King's ...
... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flower grows wild , There , where a few torn shrubs the place dis- close , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , Poems for The King's ...
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... once I saw a crowd , A host of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beneath the trees , Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way , They stretched in never - ending line Along ...
... once I saw a crowd , A host of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beneath the trees , Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way , They stretched in never - ending line Along ...
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Страница 93 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came ; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear ; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Страница 57 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Страница 44 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay ; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Страница 16 - Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
Страница 186 - 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? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Страница 2 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Страница 31 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of. earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Страница 60 - When Day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of Even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into Heaven — Those hues, that make the Sun's decline So soft, so radiant, LORD ! are Thine.
Страница 211 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Страница 309 - When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday.