Bitter-sweet: A PoemC. Scribner, 1865 - 232 strani |
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angels arms beautiful bless Blue-Beard bosom breast breath brow CHARLES SCRIBNER chastened Christ cider crown D. B. WATERS DAVID Dear death door dream durance E. D. HAYES ears earth EDWARD evermore evil live eyes face faith faithless Fatima fear feet fell flame forgive friends gathered gentle girl give God's golden hour GRACE GRAND STREET hand happy head heart Heaven husband ISRAEL Jesus KINNERSLEY kiss knew light lips LOCALITY.-The look Lord MARY never night pain pale PATIENCE peace pity prayed prayer precious PRUDENCE QUESTION ILLUSTRATED quick R. S. BROSS REBEKAH RUTH Save secret shame sighs sleep sleet smile song sorrow Sotto voce soul stairs stood storm story strange sweet sweet spring talk tears tell temptation thee thing thought throb throne to-night toil truth truth's credentials twixt vision weak wedded wife wild woman words
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Stran 29 - What is the little one thinking about? Very wonderful things, no doubt. Unwritten history ! Unfathomed mystery ! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks, As if his head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx!
Stran 31 - What does he think of his mother's eyes ? What does he think of his mother's hair ? What of the cradle-roof that flies Forward and backward through the air ? What does he think of his mother's breast, Bare and beautiful, smooth and white, Seeking it ever with fresh delight, Cup of...
Stran 78 - Life evermore is fed by death, In earth and sea and sky ; And that a rose may breathe its breath Something must die.
Stran 24 - Of the meanest in God's employ. The fountain of joy is fed by tears. And love is lit by the breath of sighs; The deepest griefs and the wildest fears Have holiest ministries.
Stran 22 - ... And rules the world alone. There is no good ; there is no God ; And Faith is a heartless cheat Who bares the back for the Devil's rod, And scatters thorns for the feet. What are prayers in the lips of death, Filling and chilling with hail ? What are prayers but wasted breath Beaten back by the gale...
Stran 31 - Out from the shore of the unknown sea, Tossing in pitiful agony; Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Specked with the barks of little souls, — Barks that were launched on the other side, And slipped from heaven on an ebbing tide! What does he think of his mother's eyes ? What does he think of his mother's hair?
Stran 172 - Just on the opposite side of the plain A widow abode, with her daughters twain ; And one of them — neither cross nor vain — Was a beautiful little treasure ; So he sent them an invitation to tea, And having a natural wish to see His wonderful castle and gardens, all three Said they'd do themselves the pleasure. As soon as there happened a pleasant day, They dressed themselves in a sumptuous way, And rode to the castle as proud and gay As silks and jewels could make them ; And they were received...
Stran 47 - What golden fruit lies hidden in its husk. How shall it nurse my virtue, nerve my will, Chasten my passions, purify my love, And make me in some goodly sense, like Him Who bore the cross of evil, while he lived, Who hung and bled upon it when he died, And now in glory, wears the victor's crown.
Stran 32 - ... that flies Forward and backward through the air? What does he think of his mother's breast, Bare and beautiful, smooth and white, — Seeking it ever with fresh delight, Cup of his life and couch of his rest? What...
Stran 88 - And lonely gorges. , The snowy marble flecks the land With heaped and rounded ledges, But diamonds hide within the sand Their starry edges. The finny armies clog the twine That sweeps the lazy river, But pearls come singly from the brine, With the pale diver. God gives no value unto men Unmatched by meed of labor; And Cost, of Worth, has ever been The closest neighbor.