Poems, Volume 2J. Miller, 1862 |
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... God fashions or reveals . Let them prove their living souls against the notion That they live in you , or under you , O wheels ! — Still , all day , the iron wheels go onward , Grinding life down from its mark ; And the children's souls ...
... God fashions or reveals . Let them prove their living souls against the notion That they live in you , or under you , O wheels ! — Still , all day , the iron wheels go onward , Grinding life down from its mark ; And the children's souls ...
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... God , with angels singing round him , Hears our weeping any more ? X. ' Two words , indeed , of praying we remember , And at midnight's hour of harm , ' Our Father , ' looking upward in the chamber , We say softly for a charm . * We ...
... God , with angels singing round him , Hears our weeping any more ? X. ' Two words , indeed , of praying we remember , And at midnight's hour of harm , ' Our Father , ' looking upward in the chamber , We say softly for a charm . * We ...
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... God , but te Do you hear the children we O my brothers , what For God's possible is taught And the children dou XII . And well may the children They are weary ere t They have never seen the st Which is brighter the They know the grief ...
... God , but te Do you hear the children we O my brothers , what For God's possible is taught And the children dou XII . And well may the children They are weary ere t They have never seen the st Which is brighter the They know the grief ...
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... God , but tears have made us blind Do you hear the children weeping and disproving , O my brothers , what ye preach ? For God's possible is taught by his world's loving And the children doubt of each . XII . And well may the children ...
... God , but tears have made us blind Do you hear the children weeping and disproving , O my brothers , what ye preach ? For God's possible is taught by his world's loving And the children doubt of each . XII . And well may the children ...
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... God's divinest ye could utter With less trembling in your prayers ! Ye have dropt adown your head , and it seems as if ye tread On your own hearts in the path Ye are called to in His wrath , - And your prayers go up in wail ! -'Dost ...
... God's divinest ye could utter With less trembling in your prayers ! Ye have dropt adown your head , and it seems as if ye tread On your own hearts in the path Ye are called to in His wrath , - And your prayers go up in wail ! -'Dost ...
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Page 20 - They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see, For they mind you of their angels in high places, With eyes turned on Deity. ' How long,' they say, ' how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart,— \ Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, And tread onward to your throne amid the mart ? Our blood splashes upward, O gold-heaper, And your purple shows your path ! But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper Than the strong...
Page 290 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Page 247 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say ' I love her for her smile . . her look . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day...
Page 16 - is very dreary," "Our young feet," they say, "are very weak; Few paces have we taken, yet are weary — Our grave-rest is very far to seek: Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old.
Page 191 - Knelt beside you on the sod, For your beauty thanking God, — For your teaching, ye should see us Bowing in prostration new ! Whence arisen,— if one or two Drops be on our cheeks — O world , they are not tears but dew. THE LADY'S YES. ' YES,' I answered you last night ; ' No/ this morning, sir, I say : Colours seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.
Page 114 - I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless ; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God's throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute Heavens.
Page 174 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 288 - Oh, list,' When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here, plainer to my sight, Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed, Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!
Page 116 - Take patience, labour, to their heart and hand, From thy hand, and thy heart, and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The least flower, with a brimming cup, may stand, And share its dew-drop with another near.
Page 124 - TRUE genius, but true woman ! dost deny Thy woman's nature with a manly scorn, And break away the gauds and armlets worn By weaker women in captivity ? Ah, vain denial ! that revolted cry Is sobbed in by a woman's voice forlorn ! — Thy woman's hair, my sister, all unshorn, Floats back dishevelled strength in agony, Disproving thy man's name ! and while before The world thou burnest in a poet-fire, We see thy woman-heart beat evermore Through the large flame.