VersesRoberts Brothers, 1888 - 191 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Asters BABY DIED birds blind BLUE WEATHER breast bright brothers CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN Choy Choy's Christ cried dare dead dear death dost doth dream earth Enone eyes face fair faithful fear FEAST feet fill fire flowers gate glad glow God's gold GOLD COUNTRY golden air GOLDEN ROD GONDOLIEDS grapes grief hands hear heart Heaven hills hour king king's KING'S SINGER land laughed lift light lips Love's man's land morn never night noon pain Paphnutius pray purple queen RESURGAM rose royal sail secret shadow shining shore SHOWBREAD sight silent sing Singer skies sleep slow smile snow song soul sound stars STORY OF BOON strong sudden summer sunny sunny height sweet Sweet bee sweet land swift tears tell thee thine things thought tide to-day tread unto voice wait walks hard weeping whispered wind wine woman words
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Página 10 - The goldenrod is yellow ; The corn is turning brown ; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
Página 76 - Without a sound of warning ; When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining, And redder still on old stone walls Are leaves of woodbine twining ; When all the lovely wayside things Their white-winged seeds are sowing, And in the fields, still green and fair...
Página 13 - I do not know the use or name Of that I spin ; I only know that some one came, And laid within My hand the thread, and said, " Since you Are blind, but one thing you can do.
Página 126 - R woods are bare and still ; November days are clear and bright ; Each noon burns up the morning's chill ; The morning's snow is gone by night ; Each day my steps grow slow, grow light, As through the woods I reverent creep, Watching all things lie "down to sleep.
Página 84 - At the king's gate, the crafty noon Unwove its yellow nets of sun ; Out of their sleep in terror soon The guards waked one by one. " Ho here ! Ho there ! Has no man seen The king? " The cry ran to and fro ; Beggar and king, they laughed, I ween, The laugh that free men know. On the king's gate the moss grew gray ; The king came not. They called him dead : And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father's stead.
Página 28 - Until the next stanch ship her flag doth raise. Who knows what myriad colonies there are Of fairest fields, and rich, undreamed-of gains Thick planted in the distant shining plains Which we call sky because they lie so far ? Oh, write of me, not " Died in bitter pains," But " Emigrated to another star !
Página 107 - MAY. jjHE voice of one who goes before to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, Sweet May ! Without an envy of her crown And bridal ; patient stringing emeralds And shining rubies for the brows of birch And maple ; flinging garlands of pure white And pink, which to their bloom add prophecy ; Gold cups...
Página 88 - I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, That I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun ; So clear I see that things I thought Were right or harmless were a sin ; So clear I see that I have sought, Unconscious, selfish aims to win; So clear I see that I have hurt The souls I might have helped to save ; That I have slothful been, inert, Deaf to the calls thy leaders gave. In outskirts of thy kingdoms vast, Father, the humblest spot give me ; Set me the lowliest task...
Página 106 - OBINS call robins in tops of trees ; Doves follow doves, with scarlet feet ; Frolicking babies, sweeter than these, Crowd green corners where highways meet. Violets stir and arbutus wakes, Claytonia's rosy bells unfold ; Dandelion through the meadow makes A royal road, with seals of gold. Golden and snowy and red the flowers, Golden, snowy, and red in vain ; Robins call robins through sad showers; The white dove's feet are wet with rain. For April sobs while these are so glad, April weeps while these...
Página 13 - But whether this be seal or sign Within, without, It matters not. The bond divine I never doubt. I know he set me here, and still, And glad, and blind, I wait His will; But listen, listen, day by day, To hear their...