Patience (Caroline Fry Poems)
Patience, when heathen darkness veil'd the world,Was that high spirit of unbending pride,That dar'd to err, but was asham'd to ...
Caroline Fry Poems on World (24 Poems)
On the Love of God (Caroline Fry Poems)
There was a slave, who, born to days unbless'd,Drew from his parent blood the hard decreeOf ceaseless and unwilling servitude.His ...
Unto Him That Loved Us And Washed Us From Our Sins (Caroline Fry Poems)
LOV'D me! There needs, indeed, a voice from heaven,Fraught with some message of supernal potence,To teach me, Holy Father, that ...
On Hearing It Said There Is No Satisfactory Happiness On Earth (Caroline Fry Poems)
NAY, Sister, nay,but say not so,For o'er my memory even nowThere comes, as if it were a dream,A train indeed ...
Easter Thoughts (Caroline Fry Poems)
IS'T joy to me that Jesus lives? That he,Whom mortals buried, burst the riven tomb,And came again to prove that ...
Humility (Caroline Fry Poems)
Humility, said Lena, as she drewA well-worn glove upon her sun-burnt hand,"Is the best ornament a Christian knows."I think not ...
Reflections on the Close of the Year; Being Also My Birth-day (Caroline Fry Poems)
'Tis past—and the recording angel bearsTo Heaven the record of another year—Another year of nature's and of mine!Nature has known ...
Written On Hearing it Said, We Ought Not to Pray for Our Saviour’s Second Coming Upon Earth (Caroline Fry Poems)
And is it so? Look at creation round!See you how fair, how beautiful it is,How form'd to bless, how exquisite ...
The Sabbath (Caroline Fry Poems)
You would that I write on the Sabbath of God,But know you the meaning contain'd in that word?You would that ...
On Parting From a Friend (Caroline Fry Poems)
Farewell! —and if for ever —what a doubtStrikes through the soul at that tremendous thought!'Tis not the world's for ever ...
Midnight Thoughts (Caroline Fry Poems)
Why is my soul with weariness oppress'd,Whence is this load so heavy on my breast?Why is the tear so often ...
On the Thirty-Sixth (Caroline Fry Poems)
Stay, Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear you ...
From The Thirty-Sixth Chapter Of Ezekiel (Caroline Fry Poems)
STAY , Gentile, stay thy sacrilegious hand!Pass not thy furrows o'er my cherish'd land.Think you I heeded not to hear ...
The Rejected Prayer (Caroline Fry Poems)
Is it not thine, O God, this passing world? Is it not thine to give it at thy will?But ...
On Seeing Some Butterflies In A Clover Field On The Sabbath (Caroline Fry Poems)
ON thy beds of clover playing, Pretty Insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning? 'Tis to ...
To a Bird Singing In The Church (Caroline Fry Poems)
THOU pretty Bird, it is not here That thou art used to sing;Thou art not wont, on perch like ...
Reply To Being Asked To Paint A Flower In Winter, With A Forget-Me-Not (Caroline Fry Poems)
WHERE the cowslip and primrose grew, But now they were growing no more,All wet with the drops of the ...
The Setting Sun (Caroline Fry Poems)
That sun which is yonder so brightly declining,That you look at with careless delight,Full many a lesson of wisdom might ...
Written Under a Sketch of Oare Church (Caroline Fry Poems)
Where, amid tumultuous waters,Sickening with a hope repress'd,Far from all his soul desires,Loves the sailor's eye to rest?Is it not ...
To the Fritillary on a Sabbath Morn (Caroline Fry Poems)
On thy bed of clover playing,Pretty insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning; 'Tis to thee no Sabbath-day.Giddy ...
Israel’s Prayer (Caroline Fry Poems)
FORSAKEN, desolate,Ah! where is he, The God Eternal, whom our fathers served?A God whose name his children vainly boast, ...
A Thought On Beachy Head (Caroline Fry Poems)
ENOUGH for feeling, though too brief for words A moment on the lofty cliff I stood,And from the fearful ...
Written On The Funeral Of Miss S. (Caroline Fry Poems)
SLOWLY moves the sable trainOf one who comes not back again,And feelings on the bosom grow,Of pensiveness,but not of woe.Woe ...
The Skylark (Caroline Fry Poems)
ASK the bird that soars on high,Midway between earth and sky,What he sees, when he is there,On the world's receding ...