The Tent on the Beach, and Other Poems

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Ticknor and Fields, 1867 - 172 páginas
 

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Página 142 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air : I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.
Página 151 - Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may thy service be ? — Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word, But simply following thee.
Página 147 - O Lord and Master of us all ! Whate'er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call. We test our lives by Thine.
Página 146 - But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he : And faith has still its Olivet ; And love, its Galilee. The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain : We touch him in life's throng and press...
Página 144 - We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down ; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For him no depths can drown. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he : And faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee.
Página 106 - The altar-curtains of the hills Are sunset's purple air. The winds with hymns of praise are loud, Or low with sobs of pain, — The thunder-organ of the cloud, The dropping tears of rain. With...
Página 146 - The healing of His seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again.
Página 125 - Ancient myth and song and tale, In this wonder of our days, When the cruel rod of war Blossoms white with righteous law, And the wrath of man is praise ! Blotted out ! All within and all about Shall a fresher life begin ; Freer breathe the universe As it rolls its heavy curse On the dead and buried sin ! It is done ! In the circuit of the sun Shall the sound thereof go forth. It shall bid the sad rejoice, It shall give the dumb a voice, It shall belt with joy the earth ! Ring and swing, Bells of...
Página 116 - Rang out in glad accord, To welcome home to Christian soil The ransomed of the Lord. So runs the ancient legend By bard and painter told; And lo! the cycle rounds again, The new is as the old! With rudder foully broken, And sails by traitors torn, Our country on a midnight sea Is waiting for the morn. Before her, nameless terror; Behind, the pirate foe; The clouds are black above her, The sea is white below. The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong, She drifts in darkness and in storm,...
Página 102 - And they brought them in. Then by the flaring lights the Speaker read, Albeit with husky voice and shaking hands, An act to amend an act to regulate The shad and alewive fisheries. Whereupon Wisely and well spake Abraham Davenport, Straight to the question, with no figures of speech Save the ten Arab signs, yet not without The shrewd dry humor natural to the man : His awe-struck colleagues listening all the while, Between the pauses of his argument, To hear the thunder of the wrath of God Break from...

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