Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel, and AspirationHurd and Houghton, 1866 - 274 ˹éÒ |
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˹éÒ 86
... Beautiful and blest as these . Softly takest thou the crown From my haughty temples down : Place it on thine own pale brow ; Pleasure wears one , why not thou ? Let the blossoms glitter there On thy long unbanded hair , And , when I ...
... Beautiful and blest as these . Softly takest thou the crown From my haughty temples down : Place it on thine own pale brow ; Pleasure wears one , why not thou ? Let the blossoms glitter there On thy long unbanded hair , And , when I ...
˹éÒ 101
... beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face . 101 And though , at times , impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed , The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean , That cannot be at rest , We will be ...
... beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face . 101 And though , at times , impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed , The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean , That cannot be at rest , We will be ...
˹éÒ 109
... a prisoner in thy reign . And then shall I behold Him , by whose kind paternal side I sprung , And her , who , still and cold , Fills the next grave , 8 the beautiful and young . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of day are.
... a prisoner in thy reign . And then shall I behold Him , by whose kind paternal side I sprung , And her , who , still and cold , Fills the next grave , 8 the beautiful and young . FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS . WHEN the hours of day are.
˹éÒ 148
... beautiful , Not first the beautiful , and then the true ; First the wild moor , with rock and reed and pool , Then the gay garden , rich in scent and hue . ' T is first the good , and then the beautiful , Not first the beautiful , and ...
... beautiful , Not first the beautiful , and then the true ; First the wild moor , with rock and reed and pool , Then the gay garden , rich in scent and hue . ' T is first the good , and then the beautiful , Not first the beautiful , and ...
˹éÒ 156
... grief will not come , or if it must , Do not forecast : And while it cometh , it is almost past . Away distrust ! My God hath promised : he is just . ANTICIPATION . How beautiful the earth is still To thee Tu ne quæsieris Herbert 156-
... grief will not come , or if it must , Do not forecast : And while it cometh , it is almost past . Away distrust ! My God hath promised : he is just . ANTICIPATION . How beautiful the earth is still To thee Tu ne quæsieris Herbert 156-
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˹éÒ 132 - Mysterious Night! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
˹éÒ 33 - So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
˹éÒ 99 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
˹éÒ 51 - WILT thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
˹éÒ 276 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
˹éÒ 173 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
˹éÒ 26 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. ' Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
˹éÒ 168 - Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing To do it as for Thee.
˹éÒ 43 - Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
˹éÒ 111 - And with them the Being Beauteous,' Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven.