The Deeper Harmonies, and Other Poems: A Book of Verses, Essays and SelectionsFree-lance Publishing Company, 1905 - 303 pages |
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... rest ; From a world of care and fret God will call when He thinks best . What though life be dark and dreary , There is rest for all that weary . If righteousness hath been thy guide Then is the whole world vain beside . Pilgrim , Peace ...
... rest ; From a world of care and fret God will call when He thinks best . What though life be dark and dreary , There is rest for all that weary . If righteousness hath been thy guide Then is the whole world vain beside . Pilgrim , Peace ...
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... , Some driftwood left for other bays , Went out with the tide . The tide went out- The anger pent within our breast No longer at its moorings rest , On passion's tide went out . THE TIDE THAT SERVES . The tide went out- An • 37.
... , Some driftwood left for other bays , Went out with the tide . The tide went out- The anger pent within our breast No longer at its moorings rest , On passion's tide went out . THE TIDE THAT SERVES . The tide went out- An • 37.
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... rest and for play , The sun may be shining to - morrow . Thy burden's perhaps heavy , the way may be long , But step forward bravely with laughter and song , The world makes a way for the steadfast and strong , The sun may be shining to ...
... rest and for play , The sun may be shining to - morrow . Thy burden's perhaps heavy , the way may be long , But step forward bravely with laughter and song , The world makes a way for the steadfast and strong , The sun may be shining to ...
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... rest . And you were by my side that night - the earthquake's dreadful hour ! When old St. Michael's bells were tolled , but not by human power . When Charleston was in ruins spread , with desolation Sown ; That fearful night which in ...
... rest . And you were by my side that night - the earthquake's dreadful hour ! When old St. Michael's bells were tolled , but not by human power . When Charleston was in ruins spread , with desolation Sown ; That fearful night which in ...
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... surcease sweet , And they that weary , find a rest , And new pure joy of being . And what though I be poor , as poverty reckoned In this world of ours ? My mind is rich CONTEMPLATION . in things of greater need ! The stars 74.
... surcease sweet , And they that weary , find a rest , And new pure joy of being . And what though I be poor , as poverty reckoned In this world of ours ? My mind is rich CONTEMPLATION . in things of greater need ! The stars 74.
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amid Atheism beauty beneath bless Burns Charles Dickens city of Brotherly Clark Russell COULSON KERNAHAN creed D'ARCY WENTWORTH THOMPSON dark DAVID STARR JORDAN dead dear death deep desolate dream earth Edwin Lester Arnold enchanted eternal eyes F. W. Farrar face fade fair faith Felise FLITTING FANCIES flowers fools forever FRANK BULLEN friends genius GEORGE AUGUSTUS SALA GEORGE CROLY glory golden grave hand heart Heaven hope human immortal land life's light living lone Love's MARIE CORELLI mighty mind muse mystery neath never night o'er ocean pain pass passion pilgrim poem poet poetry rest rhyme Robert Louis Stevenson shining shore sigh singing smile song sorrow soul spirit splendor stars sweet tears tell thee There's things THOMAS PEARSON thou thought tide touch truth verse VICTOR HUGO VIETT voice waves weary WILKIE COLLINS wind wondrous youth
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Page 267 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
Page 272 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 255 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole. What, though in solemn silence all Move round...
Page 213 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee,— and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 221 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. Stronger by weakness — wiser— men become As they draw near to their eternal home : Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, Who stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 10 - Poetry thus makes immortal all that is best and most beautiful in the world ; it arrests the vanishing apparitions which haunt the interlunations of life, and veiling them, or in language or in form, sends them forth among mankind, bearing sweet news of kindred joy to those with whom their sisters abide — abide, because there is no portal of expression from the caverns of the spirit which they inhabit into the universe of things. Poetry redeems from decay the visitations of the divinity in man.
Page 296 - And though rebellious and perverse, meanwhile Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee. On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!
Page 302 - Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace ? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face.
Page 288 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate...
Page 263 - Master of human destinies am I! Fame, love and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise before I turn away.. It is the hour of fate...