American Mystical Verse: An AnhologyIrene Louise Hunter D. Appleton, 1925 - 308 pàgines |
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amid beauty beneath Bethlehem-town bird breath burning Cale Young Rice Calvary Cawein Charles Wharton Stork Christ dark dawn death deep divine door doth dream dusk earth Edna St Edwin Markham eternal eyes face faith feet flame flower forever futile peaks George Sterling hand hath hear heaven holy JOHN BANNISTER TABB lamb land leaves li'l lift light lives looks Lord Macmillan Company Margaret Widdemer MARSHES OF GLYNN MIGHTY HEART moon morning mystic night o'er permission poems prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON RHODORA Richard Realf Robert Haven Schauffler secret shade shadows Shaemas O'Sheel sheepfol sings sleep smile song sorrow soul stars sweet tears tell Thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought tide touch tree UNDERSONG unto Vachel Vincent Millay wait walk WALT WHITMAN wandah whispers White Comrade William wind wings woods my Master Zona Gale
Passatges populars
Pàgina 2 - ... midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Pàgina 1 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Pàgina 29 - OFT have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er ; Far off the noises of the world retreat ; The loud vociferations of the street Become an undistinguishable roar. So, as I enter here from day to day, And leave my burden at this minster gate, Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs...
Pàgina 22 - Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.
Pàgina 36 - 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.
Pàgina 9 - All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone. 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.
Pàgina 78 - And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray,. Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years ; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up its fruit of tears.
Pàgina 6 - Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach, and sunsets show? Verdict which accumulates From lengthening scroll of human fates, Voice of earth to earth returned, Prayers of saints that inly burned,— Saying, What is excellent, As God lives, is permanent; Hearts are dust, hearts' loves remain; Heart's love will meet thee again.
Pàgina 30 - As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes awny Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest...
Pàgina 32 - 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.