The World's Great Religious PoetryCaroline Miles Hill |
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... waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit , -strains sublime Break over me unsought . Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine : Within my bosom glows unearthly fire , Lit by no skill of mine . INSPIRATION SAMUEL ...
... waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit , -strains sublime Break over me unsought . Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine : Within my bosom glows unearthly fire , Lit by no skill of mine . INSPIRATION SAMUEL ...
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... morns . He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of roaming ; All roads and the flowing of waves and the speediest flight he knows , But wherever his feet are set , his soul is INSPIRATION 23 He Whom a Dream Hath Pos- sessed.
... morns . He whom a dream hath possessed knoweth no more of roaming ; All roads and the flowing of waves and the speediest flight he knows , But wherever his feet are set , his soul is INSPIRATION 23 He Whom a Dream Hath Pos- sessed.
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... wave : " Do you not know the song You have sung so long Down in the dim green alleys of the sea , And where the great blind tides go swinging Mysteriously , And where the countless herds of the billows are hurl'd On all the wild and ...
... wave : " Do you not know the song You have sung so long Down in the dim green alleys of the sea , And where the great blind tides go swinging Mysteriously , And where the countless herds of the billows are hurl'd On all the wild and ...
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... wave or branch or bird In these dumb solitudes . " From INSPIRATION HENRY DAVID THOREAU If with light head erect I sing , Though all the Muses lend their force , From my poor love of anything , The verse is weak and shallow as its ...
... wave or branch or bird In these dumb solitudes . " From INSPIRATION HENRY DAVID THOREAU If with light head erect I sing , Though all the Muses lend their force , From my poor love of anything , The verse is weak and shallow as its ...
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... waves dashed on idle sand and stone , And very vacant was the long , blue sea ; But in the evening as I sat alone , My window open to the vanishing day , Dear God ! I could not choose but kneel and pray , And it sufficed that I was ...
... waves dashed on idle sand and stone , And very vacant was the long , blue sea ; But in the evening as I sat alone , My window open to the vanishing day , Dear God ! I could not choose but kneel and pray , And it sufficed that I was ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty behold beneath bless breath bright CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Christ clouds crown dark dawn dead death deep divine doth dream dust dwell earth Edward Dowden ELLA WHEELER WILCOX EMILY DICKINSON eternal evermore eyes face faith fear feet Fiona Macleod fire flame flowers forever GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL glorious glory God's gods hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope HYMN immortal Jesus JOHN MASEFIELD King land light live look Lord mighty mind morning naught never night o'er pain peace Poems poet praise pray prayer Rabindranath Tagore RALPH WALDO EMERSON rise ROBERT BROWNING round SARA TEASDALE seek Setebos shalt shine silence sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tree truth unto voice wandering WILLIAM wind wings word
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Page 680 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. "But not the praise...
Page 371 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 270 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Page 266 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 691 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, 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. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 43 - 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 destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 441 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Page 595 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 680 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears; Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies ; But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Page 626 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.