The World's Great Religious PoetryCaroline Miles Hill Macmillan, 1923 - 836 páginas |
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... eyes and during so many centuries is both elevating and sobering . To know only hymns is to be carried away against one's will , but to read the world poetry of religion is to be convinced by a cloud of witnesses . There must be a ...
... eyes and during so many centuries is both elevating and sobering . To know only hymns is to be carried away against one's will , but to read the world poetry of religion is to be convinced by a cloud of witnesses . There must be a ...
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Caroline Miles Hill. Beauty to him is Paradise- He never tires of lustrous eyes ; Quaffing his joy , the world apart , Love ... eyes Must gaze and 2 THE WORLD'S GREAT RELIGIOUS POETRY Brooke, Rupert Clough, Arthur Hugh Miller, Joaquin Heaven.
Caroline Miles Hill. Beauty to him is Paradise- He never tires of lustrous eyes ; Quaffing his joy , the world apart , Love ... eyes Must gaze and 2 THE WORLD'S GREAT RELIGIOUS POETRY Brooke, Rupert Clough, Arthur Hugh Miller, Joaquin Heaven.
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... eyes unreal , Yet real somewhere . THE POET ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The poet hath the child's sight in his breast , And sees all new . What oftenest he has viewed , He views with the first glory . Fair and good Pall never on him , at ...
... eyes unreal , Yet real somewhere . THE POET ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The poet hath the child's sight in his breast , And sees all new . What oftenest he has viewed , He views with the first glory . Fair and good Pall never on him , at ...
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... eyes , - My wizard eyes grew wide and wary : An eagle's , started from her eyrie . He touched my ears . And lo ! a sea Of storming voices burst on me , I heard the whirling heaven's tremor , The angel's flight and soaring sweep , The ...
... eyes , - My wizard eyes grew wide and wary : An eagle's , started from her eyrie . He touched my ears . And lo ! a sea Of storming voices burst on me , I heard the whirling heaven's tremor , The angel's flight and soaring sweep , The ...
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... eyes , Stretch forth your hands , -a watcher on his tower , God in his heaven bidding light arise . THE PROBLEM RALPH WALDO EMERSON I like a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall ...
... eyes , Stretch forth your hands , -a watcher on his tower , God in his heaven bidding light arise . THE PROBLEM RALPH WALDO EMERSON I like a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall ...
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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 EMILY DICKINSON eternal 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 GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASEFIELD King land light live look Lord mighty mind morning naught never night o'er pain pass 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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Página 517 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 181 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Página 683 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The Pilot of the Galilean...
Página 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...
Página 270 - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Página 43 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Página 357 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!
Página 266 - 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? 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.