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Strana 162 - Better to love in loneliness, than to bask in love all day ; Better the fountain in the heart, than the fountain by the way. Better be fed by...
Strana 35 - ... far and faint, Like thin-drawn prayer of drowsy saint ; Like the falling of sleep on a weary brain, When the fevered heart is quiet again." " By smiling lip and fixed eye, You are hearing more than song or sigh ; The wrinkled thing has curious ways, — I want to know what words it says.
Strana 132 - Ah me, my hands ! the hammer's blow ' The nails that rend and pierce ! The shock may stun, but slow and slow The torture will grow fierce. ' Alas, the awful fight with death ! The hours to hang and die ! The thirsting gasp for common breath ! The weakness that would cry ! ' My soul returned, ' A faintness soon Will shroud thee in its fold ; The hours will bring the fearful noon ; 'Twill pass — and thou art cold. "Tis his to care that thou endure, To curb or loose the pain ; With bleeding hands...
Strana 126 - Thou gav'st me, Lord, a brimming cup, Where I bemoaned a sip ; How easily thou didst make up For that my fault let slip ! What said the flowers? What message new Embalmed my soul with rest ? I scarce can tell — only they grew Right out of God's own breast. They said, God meant the flowers he made, Blossom and leaf and stem — Something like what the lilies said When Jesus looked at them.
Strana 165 - To cover from the cold : My daughter made it a new text For a sermon very old. The child came trotting to her side, Ready with bootless aid : " Lily will make one for papa," The tiny woman said : Her mother gave the needful things, With a knot upon the thread.
Strana 60 - The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray; Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day. 7. True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
Strana 74 - Song of the Autumn Nights o NIGHT, send up the harvest moon To walk about the fields, And make of midnight magic noon On lonely tarns and wealds. In golden ranks, with golden crowns, All in the yellow land, Old solemn kings in rustling gowns The shocks moon-charmed stand.
Strana 164 - Better to walk the real unseen, than watch the hour's event; Better the "Well done!" at the last, than the air with shouting rent. Better to have a quiet grief, than a hurrying delight; Better the twilight of the dawn, than the noonday burning bright. Better a death when work is done, than earth's most favored birth, Better a child in God's great house, than the king of all the earth.
Strana 166 - I brooded over the new text, Till the seed a sermon bore. Nannie, to you I preach it now — A little sermon, low: Is it not thus a thousand times, As through the world we go, When we pull, murmur, fret, and cry, Instead of "Yes, Lord,
Strana 245 - But hundreds of fingers, large and small. From the ends of my fingers my beauty grows. I breathe with my hair, and I drink with my toes. I grow bigger and bigger about the waist, And yet I am always very tight laced.