Pipes from Prairie-land: And Other PlacesCassell, limited, 1886 - 144 páginas |
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Página 61 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened...
Página 127 - ... latter is a tale of the life of an anarchist. The former deals with society in a western State. Miss Gilmore is one of the few who have succeeded in the novel in bringing out the difference between Eastern and Western ethics and manners. In verse, her style has charm ; in the novel, charm and power. THE DESERTED CHAPEL. A chapel by the wayside Silent and dark and chill ; Out of the gloom, and the solemn hush, The plaintive notes of a lonely thrush, And wail of whippoorwill. White on the untrod...
Página 117 - So warm, so sweet, and tawny as her hair? Nay ! from her hand to-night I dared unfold thee, As we went down the stair. She said no word; she did not praise nor blame me; She is so proud, so proud and cold and fair! — Ah! dear my love, thy silence did not shame me, As we went down the stair. Thy dark eyes flashed; thy regal robes arrayed thee In queenly grace, and pride beyond compare; But on thy cheek a sudden red betrayed thee, As we went down the stair. O, lady mine, some near night will I prove...
Página 128 - ... intervene, Fade in the dusky aisle. Silent within the belfry, A bell with shattered tongue ; And swallows twit on the chancel eaves Where wild vines clamber and twine their leaves The warm brown nests among. O chapel by the wayside, And tales thy ruins tell! Out of thy shadows pale phantoms dart— Out of thy silence strange echoes start, O mute old iron bell ! Again the weary pilgrims Thine aisles tread as of yore; Again the toll, and the measured tread Of patriot mourners who bear their dead...
Página 128 - ... O chapel by the wayside, And tales thy ruins tell! Out of thy shadows pale phantoms dart— Out of thy silence strange echoes start, O mute old iron bell ! Again the weary pilgrims Thine aisles tread as of yore; Again the toll, and the measured tread Of patriot mourners who bear their dead Within thy shadowed door. Again the pealing organ, The roses down thy nave ; The laughing bells and the happy bride, Who saw not lying the year beside This tiny, moss-grown grave. DORA GOODALE. Dora Read Goodale...
Página 145 - And called our souls, to tender their best loved On Parting's Olivet, O sundered breasts ! O sore souls torn and bleeding! O lonely hearts that ache ! Love is a bond earth's partings forge but firmer, Nor death itself shall break. — And each "A Dieu...
Página 127 - White on the untrod threshold, Daisies in virgin file ; While stately grasses troop up in green, And scaling the steps that intervene, Fade in the dusky aisle. Silent within the belfry, A bell with shattered tongue ; And swallows twit on the chancel eaves Where wild vines clamber and twine their leaves The warm brown nests among. O chapel by the wayside, And tales thy ruins tell! Out of thy shadows pale phantoms dart— Out of thy silence strange echoes start, O mute old iron bell ! Again the weary...
Página 144 - To God ! In all love's mystic language No word so sweet as this, Wherein some dear, dear heart to God we tender Between the sob and kiss. No song, no poem, No prayer, has its completeness, Its pathos, faith, its love;— Not one on earth is meet to guard our treasure — Meet only Him above ! O hearts!