Rosemary and Rue

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E.P. Dutton and Company, 1906 - Poetry - 513 pages

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Page 165 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 340 - But such a tide as moving, seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.
Page 349 - I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies. And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed he will not break, But strengthen and sustain.
Page 153 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied. We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim, and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed, — -she had Another morn than ours.
Page 423 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With...
Page 56 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Page 55 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 350 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 348 - I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God; So shall I walk aright.
Page 278 - O holy hope! and high humility, High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, To kindle my cold love. Dear, beauteous death! the jewel of the just, Shining nowhere but in the dark, What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!

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