A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1873 - Počet stran: 351 |
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... Heads and shoulders clear outside : And fair young faces all ablush : Perhaps you may have seen , some day , Roses crowding the self - same way , Out of a wilding , wayside bush . " 5 In such a home were born Alice and Phoebe Cary ...
... Heads and shoulders clear outside : And fair young faces all ablush : Perhaps you may have seen , some day , Roses crowding the self - same way , Out of a wilding , wayside bush . " 5 In such a home were born Alice and Phoebe Cary ...
Strana 6
... head caressingly against his shoulder . Of his children , Alice the most resem- bled him in person , and all the tender and close sym- pathy with nature , and with humanity , which in her found expression , had in him an existence as ...
... head caressingly against his shoulder . Of his children , Alice the most resem- bled him in person , and all the tender and close sym- pathy with nature , and with humanity , which in her found expression , had in him an existence as ...
Strana 46
... head of the stairs flooded the small hall with gorgeous light . This hall was frescoed in panels of oak ; floor and stairs covered with Brussels carpet of oak and scarlet tints . On its walls hung colored engravings of oxen , cows , and ...
... head of the stairs flooded the small hall with gorgeous light . This hall was frescoed in panels of oak ; floor and stairs covered with Brussels carpet of oak and scarlet tints . On its walls hung colored engravings of oxen , cows , and ...
Strana 54
... head too bright to be flashed over Alice , and Alice had no gentleness for strangers which she withheld from Phoebe . The perfect gentle- women which they were in the parlor , they were always , under every circumstance . There was not ...
... head too bright to be flashed over Alice , and Alice had no gentleness for strangers which she withheld from Phoebe . The perfect gentle- women which they were in the parlor , they were always , under every circumstance . There was not ...
Strana 65
... head bent , or smiling all over his great baby face as he hears or tells something good ; perhaps especially enjoying the famous Quaker sermon which Oliver Johnson , of the ' Independent , ' is telling with such friendly accentu- ation ...
... head bent , or smiling all over his great baby face as he hears or tells something good ; perhaps especially enjoying the famous Quaker sermon which Oliver Johnson , of the ' Independent , ' is telling with such friendly accentu- ation ...
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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.