A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1873 - Počet stran: 351 |
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Strana 43
... dear one how she had rested , and to begin the communion of the day . From her death it was the habit of Phoebe to go directly to Alice as soon as she arose . Sitting down on the edge of the bed , each would tell the story of her night ...
... dear one how she had rested , and to begin the communion of the day . From her death it was the habit of Phoebe to go directly to Alice as soon as she arose . Sitting down on the edge of the bed , each would tell the story of her night ...
Strana 49
... Dear sisters ! passed forever beyond the storm , we whom the storm even here has parted , may at least recall that hour of peace shared together ! This little library was furnished in oak , its walls frescoed in oak with panels of ...
... Dear sisters ! passed forever beyond the storm , we whom the storm even here has parted , may at least recall that hour of peace shared together ! This little library was furnished in oak , its walls frescoed in oak with panels of ...
Strana 57
... dear , familiar voices coming up from below . When tea was cheering , and speech and laughter flowing freest , there was something inexpressibly touching in the thought of the woman who provided this cheer for so many , sitting by ...
... dear , familiar voices coming up from below . When tea was cheering , and speech and laughter flowing freest , there was something inexpressibly touching in the thought of the woman who provided this cheer for so many , sitting by ...
Strana 77
... Dear Alice Cary ! only the argu- ment that she was withholding something she could give had any weight with her . " Alice took her seat as President of the Woman's Club , but from ill health and an instinctive disinclina- tion ...
... Dear Alice Cary ! only the argu- ment that she was withholding something she could give had any weight with her . " Alice took her seat as President of the Woman's Club , but from ill health and an instinctive disinclina- tion ...
Strana 87
... dear , just from your heart . " The next letter bears the date of September 17 , 1866 : " My dear , I've taken time by the forelock , as they say . I am up before the sun . " We had an interesting company last evening , among them Mr ...
... dear , just from your heart . " The next letter bears the date of September 17 , 1866 : " My dear , I've taken time by the forelock , as they say . I am up before the sun . " We had an interesting company last evening , among them Mr ...
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Strana 49 - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.