Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet HourA.D.F. Randolph & Company, 1887 - 436页 "For many years gems of poetry and prose have found their way into a scrap-book, until friends, who felt a delicacy in borrowing so well-worn a volume, have urged me to give it publication. 'Between the lights' is for the 'little pause in life' at the close of the day, when the most conscientiously busy worker will steal a few moments of rest and refreshment before the lamps are lighted."--Page 3 of title page verso |
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... thy glistening robe of ice and snows ? Are there sweet songs of birds , and breath of lilacs , And blushing blooms of June's scent - laden rose ? I Are there cold winds and dropping leaves of autumn , BETWEEN THE LIGHTS. ...
... thy glistening robe of ice and snows ? Are there sweet songs of birds , and breath of lilacs , And blushing blooms of June's scent - laden rose ? I Are there cold winds and dropping leaves of autumn , BETWEEN THE LIGHTS. ...
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Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Are there cold winds and dropping leaves of autumn , Heart - searching frosts , and storm - clouds black and drear ? Is there a rainbow spanning the dark heaven ? Wilt thou not speak and tell me , glad New ...
Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Are there cold winds and dropping leaves of autumn , Heart - searching frosts , and storm - clouds black and drear ? Is there a rainbow spanning the dark heaven ? Wilt thou not speak and tell me , glad New ...
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... winds blow , And lanes and hollows with drifts are piled , I think of the violets under the snow ; I look in the wild - flower's tremulous eye , I hear the chirp of the ground bird brown ; A breath from the budding grove steals by , And ...
... winds blow , And lanes and hollows with drifts are piled , I think of the violets under the snow ; I look in the wild - flower's tremulous eye , I hear the chirp of the ground bird brown ; A breath from the budding grove steals by , And ...
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... winds above , wild seas beneath ! Say , despite failing life and opening grave , " Why will ye doubt , O ye of little faith ? " ALL THE YEAR ROUND . January 11 . - Lead me in Thy truth , and teach me ; for Thou art the God of my ...
... winds above , wild seas beneath ! Say , despite failing life and opening grave , " Why will ye doubt , O ye of little faith ? " ALL THE YEAR ROUND . January 11 . - Lead me in Thy truth , and teach me ; for Thou art the God of my ...
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... wind , In the resplendence of that glorious sphere , And larger movements of the unfettered mind , Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here ? The love that lived through all the stormy past , THOUGHTS FOR THE QUIET HOUR . 23.
... wind , In the resplendence of that glorious sphere , And larger movements of the unfettered mind , Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here ? The love that lived through all the stormy past , THOUGHTS FOR THE QUIET HOUR . 23.
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angels bear beauty beneath BERNARD OF CLUNY bird blessed blest bright calm Christ clouds comfort dark dear death deep divine dost doth earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes F. D. MAURICE faint faith Father fear feel feet flowers forever GEORGE ELIOT give glory God's grace grief grow hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY WARD BEECHER holy hope HORACE BUSHNELL hour human Immanuel's land infinite JAMES MARTINEAU Jesus leaves life's light live look Lord MADAME SWETCHINE mercy morning mountains never night o'er pain path patience peace perfect pray prayer quiet rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SAMUEL RUTHERFORD shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars strength sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought toil trust unto voice wait wandering weary WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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第280页 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
第27页 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
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第189页 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
第420页 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
第191页 - I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
第256页 - Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
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第378页 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant, barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the...