Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel, and AspirationHurd and Houghton, 1866 - 274 ˹éÒ |
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... gone away , ' He dared not tarry , ' men will say , Doing dishonor to my clay . " " This is more vile , " he made reply , " To breathe and loathe , to live and sigh , Than once from dread of pain to die . " Sick art thou , - a divided ...
... gone away , ' He dared not tarry , ' men will say , Doing dishonor to my clay . " " This is more vile , " he made reply , " To breathe and loathe , to live and sigh , Than once from dread of pain to die . " Sick art thou , - a divided ...
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... gone . A second voice was at mine ear , A little whisper silver - clear , A murmur , " Be of better cheer . " As from some blissful neighborhood , A notice faintly understood , " I see the end , and know the good . " A little hint to ...
... gone . A second voice was at mine ear , A little whisper silver - clear , A murmur , " Be of better cheer . " As from some blissful neighborhood , A notice faintly understood , " I see the end , and know the good . " A little hint to ...
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... gone : I care for nothing , all shall go . " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : And he , shall he , I know no more . " Man , her last work , who seemed so fair ...
... gone : I care for nothing , all shall go . " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life , I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : And he , shall he , I know no more . " Man , her last work , who seemed so fair ...
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... crost , And cured by crosses at thy cost . The dew doth cheer what is distrest ; The frosts ill weeds nip and molest ; In both thou work'st unto the best . THEY ARE ALL GONE . THEY are all gone into *Love and Discipline Vaughan.
... crost , And cured by crosses at thy cost . The dew doth cheer what is distrest ; The frosts ill weeds nip and molest ; In both thou work'st unto the best . THEY ARE ALL GONE . THEY are all gone into *Love and Discipline Vaughan.
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Francis James Child. THEY ARE ALL GONE . THEY are all gone into the world of light , And I alone sit lingering here ! Their very memory is fair and bright , And my sad thoughts doth clear . It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast Like ...
Francis James Child. THEY ARE ALL GONE . THEY are all gone into the world of light , And I alone sit lingering here ! Their very memory is fair and bright , And my sad thoughts doth clear . It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast Like ...
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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.