A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1873 - 351 страница |
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... birds made glad , And the damask rose by the garden fence , Were all the flowers we had . I've looked at many a flower since then , Exotics rich and rare , That to other eyes were lovelier , But not to me so fair ; For those roses ...
... birds made glad , And the damask rose by the garden fence , Were all the flowers we had . I've looked at many a flower since then , Exotics rich and rare , That to other eyes were lovelier , But not to me so fair ; For those roses ...
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... birds and insects , and became deeply imbued with the love of nature . They were sensitive and imaginative , and it may well be that they , at least two of them , saw more beauty , and heard more melody in nature than every eye is open ...
... birds and insects , and became deeply imbued with the love of nature . They were sensitive and imaginative , and it may well be that they , at least two of them , saw more beauty , and heard more melody in nature than every eye is open ...
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... birds wandering from their nest , A gray old farm - house in the West . Timid and young , the elder had Even then a smile too sweetly sad ; The crown of pain that all must wear Too early pressed her midnight hair . 27 " THE SINGER ...
... birds wandering from their nest , A gray old farm - house in the West . Timid and young , the elder had Even then a smile too sweetly sad ; The crown of pain that all must wear Too early pressed her midnight hair . 27 " THE SINGER ...
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... birds . Her dark , dilating eyes expressed The broad horizons of the West ; Her speech dropped prairie flowers ; the ... bird forbid ? Deny the wind - stirred leaf ? Rebuke The music of the forest brook ? She went with morning from my ...
... birds . Her dark , dilating eyes expressed The broad horizons of the West ; Her speech dropped prairie flowers ; the ... bird forbid ? Deny the wind - stirred leaf ? Rebuke The music of the forest brook ? She went with morning from my ...
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... it . Listen : 66 Do you hear the wild birds calling ? Do you hear them , O my heart ? Do you see the blue air falling From their rushing wings apart ? TO THE WINDS . " With young mosses they are 102 ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY .
... it . Listen : 66 Do you hear the wild birds calling ? Do you hear them , O my heart ? Do you see the blue air falling From their rushing wings apart ? TO THE WINDS . " With young mosses they are 102 ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY .
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Alice and Phoebe Alice Cary Alice Cary's Alice's Bayard Taylor beauty believe birds blue-stocking bright called child Clovernook cried dark darling dead dear death delight died door dream Elmina eternity eyes face faith father feel feet flowers friends golden gone grace Greeley hand happy heart Horace Greeley hour human hymn Johnny knew lady leave letters light live look MARY CLEMMER AMES memory morning mother nature never night o'er Oliver Johnson P. T. Barnum pain Phœbe Phoebe Cary Phoebe's poems poet poor rest Robert Dale Owen rose seemed shadow shining sick sing Sir Robert Cary sister sleep smile song Sorosis sorrow soul spirit story summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought to-day utterance wait weary wild wind woman women words write wrote York Tribune
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Страница 49 - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Страница 49 - That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair...
Страница 158 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Страница 48 - Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Страница 49 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round world is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 175 - O, if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to-day than I think ; Father, perfect my trust ; Let my spirit feel in death That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith ! Yet like Alice with her " Pictures of Memory," she did not set a high intellectual value upon it.
Страница 5 - Alway and alway, night and morn, Woods upon woods, with fields of corn Lying between them, not quite sere, And not in the full, thick, leafy bloom, When the wind can hardly find...
Страница 26 - Years since (but names to me before), Two sisters sought at eve my door ; Two song-birds wandering from their nest, A gray old farm-house in the West. Timid and young, the elder had Even then a smile too sweetly sad ; The crown of pain that all must wear Too early pressed her midnight hair. Yet, ere the summer eve grew long, Her modest lips were sweet with song, A memory haunted all her words Of clover-fields and singing-birds. Her dark, dilating eyes expressed The broad horizons of the West ; Her...
Страница 158 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
Страница 174 - One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er ; I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before ; Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea ; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down ; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown • But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, * "NEARER HOME.