Voices of Doubt and TrustBrentano's, 1897 - 215 páginas |
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... eye can discern , Your God is what you think good , — Yourself flashed back from the glass When the light pours on it in flood . You preach to me to be just , And this is his realm , you say , And the good are dying of hunger , While ...
... eye can discern , Your God is what you think good , — Yourself flashed back from the glass When the light pours on it in flood . You preach to me to be just , And this is his realm , you say , And the good are dying of hunger , While ...
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... eyes , and thoughtful , drooping head , — 66 My Brother , my poor Brothers , it is thus ; This life holds nothing good for us , But it ends soon and nevermore can be ; And we knew nothing of it ere our birth , And shall know nothing ...
... eyes , and thoughtful , drooping head , — 66 My Brother , my poor Brothers , it is thus ; This life holds nothing good for us , But it ends soon and nevermore can be ; And we knew nothing of it ere our birth , And shall know nothing ...
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... eyes of Time ? He looks , and lo ! our altars fall , The shrine reveals its gilded clay , With decent hands we spread the pall , And , cold with wisdom , glide away . Oh , where were courage , faith , and truth , If man went wandering ...
... eyes of Time ? He looks , and lo ! our altars fall , The shrine reveals its gilded clay , With decent hands we spread the pall , And , cold with wisdom , glide away . Oh , where were courage , faith , and truth , If man went wandering ...
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... Eyes that have been curtained by the everlasting dark will never know again the burning touch of tears . Lips touched by eternal silence will never speak again the broken words of grief . Hearts of dust do not break . The dead do not ...
... Eyes that have been curtained by the everlasting dark will never know again the burning touch of tears . Lips touched by eternal silence will never speak again the broken words of grief . Hearts of dust do not break . The dead do not ...
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... eyes : With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night That somehow the right is the right And the smooth shall bloom from the rough : Lord , if that were enough ? ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TA TAKE ME , MOTHER EARTH AKE me , Mother ...
... eyes : With the half of a broken hope for a pillow at night That somehow the right is the right And the smooth shall bloom from the rough : Lord , if that were enough ? ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TA TAKE ME , MOTHER EARTH AKE me , Mother ...
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aught Authors and Titles beauty believe bless breath cloud Copyright 1887 creed dark DAVID ATWOOD WASSON death deep desire divine doth doubt dream dumb dust earth eternal EUGENE LEE-HAMILTON Evarra Evelyn Hope evil eyes face faith fear feel feet Finsteraarhorn flowers forever FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER future GEORGE Gods grave grief hand hath hear heart HENRY Houghton human immortal JAMES JOHN MORLEY Josiah Royce land leaves life's light lips live look Lord man's MATTHEW ARNOLD Mifflin mind MINOT JUDSON SAVAGE moral nature never night o'er ocean pain pass peace pray prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON rest RICHARD REALF shadow shore silence sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY thou art thought tides to-night trust truth veil voice Walt Whitman weary whence WILLIAM wind wonder words
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Página 45 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 200 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 71 - The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 162 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 116 - Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 163 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 191 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Página 208 - These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned ; And the same power that reared the shrine Bestrode the tribes that knelt within.
Página 190 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 154 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...