The Toiling of Felix: And Other PoemsCharles Scribner's Sons, 1900 - 88 էջ |
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... to me What her sweet type may be , Of woman , old or new . I can't explain the art ; But I know her for my own , Because her lightest tone Wakes an echo in my heart . A NOVEMBER DAISY FTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom ! AFTE Late 74.
... to me What her sweet type may be , Of woman , old or new . I can't explain the art ; But I know her for my own , Because her lightest tone Wakes an echo in my heart . A NOVEMBER DAISY FTERTHOUGHT of summer's bloom ! AFTE Late 74.
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... Blooming late and all alone ? Nay , I wrong you , little flower , Reading mournful mood of mine In your looks , that give no sign Of a spirit dark and cheerless : You possess the heavenly power That rejoices in the hour , Glad ...
... Blooming late and all alone ? Nay , I wrong you , little flower , Reading mournful mood of mine In your looks , that give no sign Of a spirit dark and cheerless : You possess the heavenly power That rejoices in the hour , Glad ...
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... flower apart ; Gives each blossom of the heart Meaning , beauty , grace unknown , — Blooming late and all alone . THE RIVER OF DREAMS THE river of dreams runs softly 76.
... flower apart ; Gives each blossom of the heart Meaning , beauty , grace unknown , — Blooming late and all alone . THE RIVER OF DREAMS THE river of dreams runs softly 76.
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Art thou beside birds bless Blooming late bread ceaseless cleave the wood confusion creeping cries dark dawn dear Master divine dreams runs echo eyes fear fill the world flood flows flying gate of sound gift hand Happy kingdom hear heard heart heaven holy human human voice Jesus knew light little boatie little king living things lonely look luck midnight mighty morn moving lips murmur mystic neath never night o'er once pain papyrus pass pilgrim prayer Raise the stone rest REVEILLE River Nile river of dreams rocks rose round round the Mountain second gate seemed Serapion sight silent world sing softly song soul spoke strife temple Thee Thou hast thou shalt find throng tide TOILING OF FELIX tones touch trees unclosed underneath UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN unseen Vainly Vera heard Vera's vision voice of perfect waited wandering waves weary Where's wind words
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Էջ 73 - IT'S little I can tell About the birds in books; And yet I know them well, By their music and their looks: When May comes down the lane, Her airy lovers throng To welcome her with song, And follow in her train...
Էջ 3 - Jesus says:" It is to the fifth of these Sayings of Jesus thai the follovnng poem refers. PRELUDE <•A LOST WORD OF JESUS LJEAR a word that Jesus spake Eighteen centuries ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake : There the bread of life he brake, Through the fields of harvest walking With His lowly comrades, talking Of the secret thoughts that feed Weary hearts in time of need. Art thou hungry ? Come and take ; Hear the word that Jesus spake...
Էջ 22 - Born within a lowly stable, where the cattle round me stood, Trained a carpenter in Nazareth, I have toiled, and found it good. "They who tread the path of labour follow where my feet have trod; They who work without complaining do the holy will of God. "Where the many toil together, there am I among my own; Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone.
Էջ 5 - Rolls its summer flood of green, Rolls its autumn flood of red, — There the word the Master said Written on a frail papyrus, scorched by fire, wrinkled, torn, Hidden in God's hand, was waiting for its resurrection morn. Hear the Master's risen word! Delving spades have set it free, — Wake ! the world has need of thee, — Rise, and let thy voice be heard, Like a fountain disinterred.
Էջ 65 - ANGLER'S REVEILLE What time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night, And all the drowsy little stars have fallen asleep in light; 'Tis then a wandering wind awakes, and runs from tree to tree, And borrows words from all the birds to sound the reveille. This is the carol the Robin throws Over the edge of the valley; Listen how boldly it flows, Sally on sally : Tirra-lirra, Down the river, Laughing water All a-quiver. Day is near, Clear, clear. Fish are breaking, Time for waking. Tup, tup,...
Էջ 23 - Where the many toil together, there am I among my own; Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone. "I, the peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife; I, the bread of heaven, am broken in the sacrament of life. "Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free; Every deed of love and mercy, done to man, is done to me.
Էջ 26 - This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk ! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with. the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.
Էջ 68 - I'll teach you. Then come, my friend, forget your foes, and leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you'll take what God may give, And all the day your heart shall say,
Էջ 53 - Love ! For love is life, and they who do not love Are not alive. But every soul that loves, Lives in the heart of God and hears Him speak.
Էջ 67 - This is the song of the Yellowthroat, Fluttering gaily beside you; Hear how each voluble note Offers to guide you : Which way, sir? I say, sir, Let me teach you, I beseech you! Are you wishing Jolly fishing? This way, sir] I'll teach you.