A Memorial of Alice and Phoebe Cary: With Some of Their Later PoemsHurd and Houghton, 1873 - 351页 |
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... 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 . Mr. " THE SINGER . " Yet , ere the summer 26 ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY .
... 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 . Mr. " THE SINGER . " Yet , ere the summer 26 ALICE AND PHOEBE CARY .
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... pain . Unseen of her , her fair fame grew , The good she did she rarely knew , Unguessed of her in life the love That rained its tears har grave above . 27 The friendship thus sympathetically begun between these tender , upright.
... pain . Unseen of her , her fair fame grew , The good she did she rarely knew , Unguessed of her in life the love That rained its tears har grave above . 27 The friendship thus sympathetically begun between these tender , upright.
第28页
... pain or sorrow could overcome , started alone to seek her fortune , and to make for herself a place and home in the city of New York . Referring to this the year before her death , she said : Ignorance stood me in the stead of courage ...
... pain or sorrow could overcome , started alone to seek her fortune , and to make for herself a place and home in the city of New York . Referring to this the year before her death , she said : Ignorance stood me in the stead of courage ...
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... pain . Nevertheless it was a successful book , and was brought out a second time complete , with the addition of " The Maiden of Tlascala , " a narrative poem of seventy - two pages , by Ticknor and Fields , in 1855. Alice's first novel ...
... pain . Nevertheless it was a successful book , and was brought out a second time complete , with the addition of " The Maiden of Tlascala , " a narrative poem of seventy - two pages , by Ticknor and Fields , in 1855. Alice's first novel ...
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... pain ever stilled it , no weariness ever overcame it , till the last weariness of death . As Phoebe said , “ The pen literally fell from her hand at last , " and only then , because in the valley of the shadow of death , which she had ...
... pain ever stilled it , no weariness ever overcame it , till the last weariness of death . As Phoebe said , “ The pen literally fell from her hand at last , " and only then , because in the valley of the shadow of death , which she had ...
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Alice and Phoebe Alice Cary Alice Cary's Alice's Bayard Taylor beauty believe birds blue-stocking bright called 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 MARY CLEMMER AMES 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 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 - 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. 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 world 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173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.
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...
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156页 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. 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...
第172页 - One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er ; I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before ; Nearer my Father's house, Where the many mansions be ; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea ; Nearer the bound of life, Where we lay our burdens down ; Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer gaining the crown But lying darkly between, Winding down through the night, "NEARER HOME.