A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1873 - 351页 |
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... MORNING IN THE MOUNTAINS THE THISTLE FLOWER MY DARLINGS · THE FIELD SWEET - BRIER THE LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL THE OLD HOUSE • • 208 228 · 239 242 245 249 252 257 . 258 260 262 264 . 267 268 . 269 270 272 273 · 274 276 278 279 281 283 ...
... MORNING IN THE MOUNTAINS THE THISTLE FLOWER MY DARLINGS · THE FIELD SWEET - BRIER THE LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL THE OLD HOUSE • • 208 228 · 239 242 245 249 252 257 . 258 260 262 264 . 267 268 . 269 270 272 273 · 274 276 278 279 281 283 ...
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... morning - glories , after their first outburst of song . He could not fail , then , to hear with delight those sweet strains of untu- tored music breaking from that valley of the West , heard now across all the land . The ballads and ...
... morning - glories , after their first outburst of song . He could not fail , then , to hear with delight those sweet strains of untu- tored music breaking from that valley of the West , heard now across all the land . The ballads and ...
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... morning from my door ; But left me richer than before : Thenceforth I knew her voice of cheer , The welcome of her partial ear . Years passed ; through all the land her name A pleasant household word became ; All felt behind the singer ...
... morning from my door ; But left me richer than before : Thenceforth I knew her voice of cheer , The welcome of her partial ear . Years passed ; through all the land her name A pleasant household word became ; All felt behind the singer ...
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... morning , at least it foretold that hers would be a busy , workful , and successful day . It cannot be said that she found herself alone in New York , for , from the first , her genius and true womanliness gath- ered around her a small ...
... morning , at least it foretold that hers would be a busy , workful , and successful day . It cannot be said that she found herself alone in New York , for , from the first , her genius and true womanliness gath- ered around her a small ...
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... morning might be for mirth , but the evening belonged to memory . All Alice's personal surround- ings were dainty and womanly . It was no dreary den , in which she thought and wrought . It was a sunny room over the library , running the ...
... morning might be for mirth , but the evening belonged to memory . All Alice's personal surround- ings were dainty and womanly . It was no dreary den , in which she thought and wrought . It was a sunny room over the library , running the ...
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Alice and Phoebe Alice Cary Alice Cary's Alice's Bayard Taylor beauty believe birds blue-stocking bright called Charlotte Temple child Clovernook cried dark darling dead dear death delight died door dream Elmina eternity eyes face faith father feel feet flowers friends golden gone grace Greeley hand happy heart Horace Greeley hour human hymn Johnny knew lady leave letters light live look memory morning mother nature never night o'er Oliver Johnson P. T. Barnum pain Phœbe Phoebe Cary Phoebe's poems poet poor rest Robert Dale Owen rose seemed shadow shining sick sing Sir Robert Cary sister sleep smile snow song Sorosis sorrow soul spirit story summer sweet tears tell tender thee things thou thought to-day utterance wait weary wild wind woman women words write wrote York Tribune
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第158页 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
第48页 - Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble knight.
第49页 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
第49页 - And slowly answered Arthur from the barge : ' The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
第49页 - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within Himself make pure I but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
第49页 - That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair...
第175页 - O, if my mortal feet Have almost gained the brink ; If it be I am nearer home Even to-day than I think ; Father, perfect my trust ; Let my spirit feel in death That her feet are firmly set On the rock of a living faith ! Yet like Alice with her " Pictures of Memory," she did not set a high intellectual value upon it.
第5页 - Under their tassels ; cattle near, Biting shorter the short, green grass, And a hedge of sumach and sassafras, With bluebirds twittering all around— (Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound!) These, and the house where I was born, Low and little, and black and old, With children, many as it can hold, All at the windows, open wide— Heads and shoulders clear outside, And fair young faces all ablush: Perhaps you may have seen, some day, Roses crowding the self-same way Out of a wilding, wayside...
第26页 - Years since (but names to me before), Two sisters sought at eve my door ; Two song-birds wandering from their nest, A gray old farm-house in the West. Timid and young, the elder had Even then a smile too sweetly sad ; The crown of pain that all must wear Too early pressed her midnight hair. Yet, ere the summer eve grew long, Her modest lips were sweet with song, A memory haunted all her words Of clover-fields and singing-birds.
第5页 - Alway and alway, night and morn, Woods upon woods, with fields of corn Lying between them, not quite sere, And not in the full, thick, leafy bloom, When the wind can hardly find...