Our Father’s Business: (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, ...
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
She loves with love that cannot tire: And if, ah, woe! she loves alone, Through passionate duty ...
THE thin white snow-streaks pencilling That mountain's shoulder gray, While in the west the pale green sky Smiled back the ...
The Temple in DarknessDarkness broods upon the temple, Glooms along the lonely aisles, Fills up all the orient window, ...
Returned from the Dead-Letter OfficeTHANK you for your kindness, Lady fair and wise, Though love's famed for blindness, Lovers--hem! for ...
O SUDDEN blast, that through this silence black Sweeps past my windows, Coming and going with invisible track As death ...
THEY lie, with upraised hands, and feet Stretched like dead feet that walk no more, And stony masks oft human ...
LITTLE white clouds, why are you flying Over the sky so blue and cold? Fair faint hopes, why are you ...
Parting for Australia.HERE sitting by the fire I aspire, love, I aspire-- Not to that "other world" of your fond ...
WE clutch our joys as children do their flowers; We look at them, but scarce believe them ours, Till our ...
THERE was a house, a house of clay, Wherein the inmate sat all day, Merry and poor; ...
I.UNTIL her death!" the words read strange yet real, Like things afar off suddenly brought near:-- Will it be slow ...
You "never loved me," Ada. These slow words Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue Out of your true and kindly ...
C. N.--Died April, 1857.What spirit is it that doth pervade The silence of this empty room? And as I lift ...
SENT IN A LITTLE BOX.LET them lie, yes, let them lie, They'll be dead to-morrow: Lift the lid up quietly ...
YEAR after year the cowslips fill the meadow, Year after year the skylarks thrill the air, Year after year, in ...
LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials ...
O the green things growing, the green things growing,The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!I should like to ...
A CHILD'S smile--nothing more; Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen; Like summer lightning o'er, Leaving the little face ...
HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt search till Thou find This lost piece of silver,--this treasure enshrined In casket or bosom, ...
Stars trembling o'er us and sunset before us,Mountains in shadow and forests asleep;Down the dim river we float on forever,Speak ...
EVERY day has its dawn, Its soft and silent eve, Its noontide hours of bliss or bale;-- Why should we ...
TWO hands upon the breast, And labor's done; Two pale feet crossed in rest-- The race is won; Two eyes ...
LONG years ago she visited my chamber, Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand; Her fond kiss she ...
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