Quiet Hours: A Collection of Poems

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Roberts brothers, 1877 - American poetry - 182 pages
 

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Page 127 - 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 46 - The task, in smoother walks to stray ; But thee I now would serve more strictly if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong...
Page 18 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Page 34 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest, at even; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; He sang to my ear, they sang to my eye.
Page 48 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o:er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favor bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
Page 62 - Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days. Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes. And marching single in an endless file. Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will. Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
Page 131 - Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
Page 123 - Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings ; I know that God is good...
Page 33 - Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.
Page 3 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My Babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...

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