A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1873 - 351 страница |
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... story of any human life , even in its outward inci- dents , wisely and justly , is not an easy thing to do . But to attempt a fit memorial of two women whose lives must be chiefly interpreted by inward rather than outward events , and ...
... story of any human life , even in its outward inci- dents , wisely and justly , is not an easy thing to do . But to attempt a fit memorial of two women whose lives must be chiefly interpreted by inward rather than outward events , and ...
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... STORY • BALDER'S WIFE • POEMS OF THOUGHT . UNDER THE SHADOW GOD IS LOVE LIFE'S MYSTERIES POEMS OF NATURE AND HOME . A DREAM OF HOME EVENING PASTIMES FADED LEAVES · THE LIGHT OF DAYS GONE BY A SEA SONG SERMONS IN STONES MY PICTURE ...
... STORY • BALDER'S WIFE • POEMS OF THOUGHT . UNDER THE SHADOW GOD IS LOVE LIFE'S MYSTERIES POEMS OF NATURE AND HOME . A DREAM OF HOME EVENING PASTIMES FADED LEAVES · THE LIGHT OF DAYS GONE BY A SEA SONG SERMONS IN STONES MY PICTURE ...
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... pictures which she has left of it . Phoebe says : " The house was small , unpainted , without the slightest pretensions to architectural beauty . It was one story and a half in height , the front looking toward the west and sep- I.
... pictures which she has left of it . Phoebe says : " The house was small , unpainted , without the slightest pretensions to architectural beauty . It was one story and a half in height , the front looking toward the west and sep- I.
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... story of the Knight of Aragon , as printed in Burke's ' Heraldry , " with the complete genealogy of the branch of the American Cary family to which Alice and Phoebe belong : 66 John Cary , a lineal descendant of Sir Thomas Cary , ( a ...
... story of the Knight of Aragon , as printed in Burke's ' Heraldry , " with the complete genealogy of the branch of the American Cary family to which Alice and Phoebe belong : 66 John Cary , a lineal descendant of Sir Thomas Cary , ( a ...
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... stories . Again says Ada Carnahan : " In the comparatively short time that had elapsed , there had been most marvelous changes in all this vicinity . The red - man had disap- peared . Log cabins and their surrounding clearings were ...
... stories . Again says Ada Carnahan : " In the comparatively short time that had elapsed , there had been most marvelous changes in all this vicinity . The red - man had disap- peared . Log cabins and their surrounding clearings were ...
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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.