Arthur's Home Magazine, Volumes 35-36T.S. Arthur & Company, 1870 |
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Page 62 - Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; and happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Page 178 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
Page 56 - I KNOW not if the dark or bright Shall be my lot : If that wherein my hopes delight Be best, or not It may be mine to drag for years Toil's heavy chain : Or day and night my meat be tears On bed of pain.] Dear faces may surround my hearth With smiles and glee : Or I may dwell alone, and mirth Be strange to me. My bark is wafted to the strand By breath divine : No. 40. — VOL. vu. And on the helm there rests a hand Other than mine.
Page 116 - Church-goers, fearful of the unseen Powers, But grumbling over pulpit-tax and pew-rent, Saving, as shrewd economists, their souls And winter pork with the least possible outlay Of salt and sanctity...
Page 177 - Longing is God's fresh heavenward will With our poor earthward striving: We quench it that we may be still Content with merely living ; But would we learn that heart's full scope Which we are hourly wronging, Our lives must climb from hope to hope And realize our longing.
Page 227 - ERE, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees' are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.
Page 273 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 222 - The straw's in the stack, the hay in the mow, The cooling dews are falling; — The friendly sheep his welcome bleat, The pigs come grunting to his feet, And the whinnying mare her master knows, When into the yard the farmer goes, His cattle calling, — "Co', boss! co', boss! co'!
Page 269 - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Page 56 - WHAT may we take into the vast Forever? That marble door Admits no fruit of all our long endeavor, No fame-wreathed crown we wore, No garnered lore. What can we bear beyond the unknown portal? No gold, no gains Of all our toiling: in the life immortal No hoarded wealth remains, Nor gilds, nor stains. Naked from out that far abyss behind us We entered here: No word came with our coming, to remind us What wondrous world was near, No hope, no fear. Into the silent, starless Night before us, Naked we...