January to June(white and gold)Roberts Brothers, 1896 |
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... comes , like the light - buried stars . What we call space is not vacuity , Silent and cold , like a forsaken hall , Or wilderness untenanted by man . The angels ' tents are there , unseen by us , And angels ' songs are sung , by us ...
... comes , like the light - buried stars . What we call space is not vacuity , Silent and cold , like a forsaken hall , Or wilderness untenanted by man . The angels ' tents are there , unseen by us , And angels ' songs are sung , by us ...
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... comes to me , amid the toil and fret THER Of the long , busy day , a picture sweet Without which Life would never be complete , Undarkened by the shadow of regret A dear old - fashioned face that charms me yet , Smiling from soul ...
... comes to me , amid the toil and fret THER Of the long , busy day , a picture sweet Without which Life would never be complete , Undarkened by the shadow of regret A dear old - fashioned face that charms me yet , Smiling from soul ...
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... comes home to rest , Weary with labor in the burning field , And with the night his soul to sleep doth yield , And wakes to toil with unabated zest ; So give , sweet death , to me thy slumber blest , With thy cool hand let my hot lids ...
... comes home to rest , Weary with labor in the burning field , And with the night his soul to sleep doth yield , And wakes to toil with unabated zest ; So give , sweet death , to me thy slumber blest , With thy cool hand let my hot lids ...
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... comes to her with laurel on his brow ; Hero and conqueror from his life's fierce fight , And longing is extinguished in delight , - " I still am I , " his eyes say ; " Thou art thou ! " Self - Summoning . 65 February Twenty - Second .
... comes to her with laurel on his brow ; Hero and conqueror from his life's fierce fight , And longing is extinguished in delight , - " I still am I , " his eyes say ; " Thou art thou ! " Self - Summoning . 65 February Twenty - Second .
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... comes a sense of utter loneliness . Our dearest friend is stranger to our joy , And cannot realize our bitterness . " There is not one who really understands , Not one to enter into all I feel " ; Such is the cry of each of us in time ...
... comes a sense of utter loneliness . Our dearest friend is stranger to our joy , And cannot realize our bitterness . " There is not one who really understands , Not one to enter into all I feel " ; Such is the cry of each of us in time ...
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angels April art thou AUF WIEDERSEHEN beautiful Belovéd blessed bliss blossom breath bright brooklet canst clasp cold dark dead Dear Heart death doth dream dust to dust earth earthly evermore eyes face fading fair faith fear February feel feet flowers glad gloaming glory God's gone Good-by grave grief hand hath hear Heaven hope immortal immortal Love January June kiss life's light lilies bloom linger lips live look Lord Love Love's March meet memory morning mortal mourn never night o'er pain pass peace pilgrim song poems prayer rapture rest shadow shining sigh silence skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strange sunshine Sweet Heart sweetest tears tender Tenebras thee thine things thou art thought Till Death tired to-day true voice wait wake watch weary weep whisper wind words
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Страница 73 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. This is the curse of time. Alas! In grief I am not all unlearn'd ; Once thro' mine own doors Death did pass ; One went, who never hath return'd.
Страница 164 - WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow Some heart is glad to have it so ; Then blow it East or blow it West, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Страница 205 - We turn the pages that they read, Their written words we linger o'er, But in the sun they cast no shade, No voice is heard, no sign is made, No step is on the conscious floor...
Страница 153 - The love that lived through all the stormy past, And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last — Shall it expire with life, and be no more ? A happier lot than mine, and larger light, Await thee there ; for thou hast bowed thy will In cheerful homage to the rule of right, And lovest all, and renderest good for ill. For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll ; And wrath hath left its scar — that fire of hell Has...
Страница 79 - How sweet it were, if without feeble fright, Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight, An angel came to us, and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room, and bend on ours His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers News of dear friends, and children who have never Been dead indeed, — as we shall know for ever. Alas ! we think not what we daily see About our hearths, — angels, that are to be, Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet...
Страница 201 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Страница 202 - ANOTHER hand is beckoning us, Another call is given ; And glows once more with Angel-steps The path which reaches Heaven. Our young and gentle friend whose smile Made brighter summer hours, Amid the frosts of autumn time Has left us with the flowers.
Страница 204 - Fold her, O Father ! in Thine arms. And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee.
Страница 153 - Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye, Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same ? Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home, The wisdom that I learned so ill in this — The wisdom which is love — till I become Thy fit companion in that land of bliss ? THE DEATH OF SCHILLER.
Страница 33 - But all God's angels come to us disguised ; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death. One after other lift their frowning masks, And we behold the seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God. With every anguish of our earthly part The spirit's sight grows clearer ; this was meant When Jesus touched the blind man's lids with clay. Life is the jailer, Death the angel sent To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free.