A Modern Apostle IV (Constance Naden Poems)
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
SMALL, fragile, and dark-eyed was Alan's mother, Of Highland blood; her solemn Saxon mate Had ne'er been able quite to ...
ALAN had preached his sermon--grave, devout, Yet full of lightnings and electric shocks For tender souls who reckoned even doubt ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
CLARICE awoke next morning with the sense That something she had found, and something lost; A little pain she felt, ...
WHITE, cold, and sacred is my chosen home, A seat for gods, a mount divine; And from the height of ...
DOST long for sunrise?--quench the vain desire, And bar thy window 'gainst the eastern fire. Thy fathers dwelt content in ...
Ye must be born again. FIRST VOICE.GOOD morrow, comrade! Whence that look elate? Where are thy sins and fears, a ...
OH, listen, for my soul can bear no more; I crave not pardon; that I cannot win: Yet hear me, ...
MY God, who art the God of loneliness, Who, Life of human souls, art yet alone, Who, Lord of joy, ...
SILENCE is mine, and everlasting peace; My heart is empty, waiting for its Lord; All hope, all passion, all desire ...
PRECIOUS glimpses through the future's curtain He may catch, who sees the past unveiled; Else, in seeking for a goal ...
HATH Wisdom made thee weep? Be yet more wise, And sing for joy. The blind man, gaining sight, Says haply, ...
I'LL don my kerchief blue, she said, "And wear my Sunday gown, For every morn, with lightsome tread A youth ...
THE human soul that crieth at thy gates, Of man or woman, alien or akin, 'Tis thine own Self that ...
THE silver birch, with pure-green flickering leaves, Flooded by morn with golden light, rejoices, And mingles with the kindred merriment ...
Translated From The German of Schiller.THE oak-wood murmurs, The sky clouds o'er, The maiden paces The grassy shore; The billows ...
THE wine-flushed monarch slept--but in his ear An angel breathed--"Repent; or choose the flame Quenchless." In dread he woke, but ...
WHEN some sweet voice flows forth in foreign speech, The soul shines through the words, and makes them clear, And ...
THERE is a time, when all the heart is dumb, Too tired for dread of ill, or hope of good; ...
THE grey old church is solemn in the sheen Of noonday--half its reverend beauty won From that blind, silent, lifeless ...
COME in my dreams, belov?d! though thou seem Less kind, less noble, than by truthful day; Even in sleep my ...
FOR her who loves a God, all hope must die Of sweet familiar joys, that daily move A woman's soul; ...
THIS fruitage from the far Hesperides I bring to great Eurystheus, feared and hated, Whom I, his slave, nor hate ...
NOW is the Earth at rest from sun and storm; And stripped of all her gems and vestures gay, Gives ...
SWEET is life's crown of quiet; sweet is age, With tranquil days, unmarred by joy or dole, Void of desire, ...
SWEET sounds, and scents, and colours join to woo My musing heart to love and reverence; A tender and a ...
Translated From The German of Emil Rittershaus.THE human soul--a world in little; The world--a greater human soul; The eye of ...
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