American Poets and Their TheologyGriffith and Rowland Press, 1916 - 485 pages |
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... pain or ill Dims the bright smile of Nature's face , Thou lov'st to sigh and murmur still . He regrets his forgetfulness of the " Yellow Violet " : So they , who climb to wealth , forget The friends in darker fortunes tried ; I copied ...
... pain or ill Dims the bright smile of Nature's face , Thou lov'st to sigh and murmur still . He regrets his forgetfulness of the " Yellow Violet " : So they , who climb to wealth , forget The friends in darker fortunes tried ; I copied ...
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... pain , And dies among his worshipers . This verse has been criticized , as holding to some power of impersonal truth to conquer the world . In the light of our poet's other utterances , I must think this criticism unjust . Truth is ...
... pain , And dies among his worshipers . This verse has been criticized , as holding to some power of impersonal truth to conquer the world . In the light of our poet's other utterances , I must think this criticism unjust . Truth is ...
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... pain Are promises of happier years . There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night : And grief may bide an evening guest , But joy shall come with early light . BRYANT A CHRISTIAN And thou , who , o'er thy.
... pain Are promises of happier years . There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night : And grief may bide an evening guest , But joy shall come with early light . BRYANT A CHRISTIAN And thou , who , o'er thy.
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... painful illness , the poet welcomed his wife in the verses which he named " The Life that Is , " and of these I quote the first and the last : Thou , who so long hast pressed the couch of pain , Oh welcome , welcome back to life's free ...
... painful illness , the poet welcomed his wife in the verses which he named " The Life that Is , " and of these I quote the first and the last : Thou , who so long hast pressed the couch of pain , Oh welcome , welcome back to life's free ...
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... pain , If there I meet thy gentle presence not ; Nor hear the voice I love , nor read again In thy serenest eyes the tender thought . The love that lived through all the stormy past , And meekly with my harsher nature bore , And deeper ...
... pain , If there I meet thy gentle presence not ; Nor hear the voice I love , nor read again In thy serenest eyes the tender thought . The love that lived through all the stormy past , And meekly with my harsher nature bore , And deeper ...
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American Annabel Lee beauty believe Biglow Bryant called Calvinism Christ Christian criticism dear death declares divine doctrine dream earth Emerson eternal ethical evil expression eyes faith father freedom gave genius George William Curtis gift give God's hath heart heaven Holmes Holmes's holy hope human hymn immortality influence intuitionalism JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Jesus Lanier Leaves of Grass light literary literature live Longfellow Lord Lowell Lowell's man's Marshes of Glynn melody mind moral nature ness never o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes pantheistic passion Poe's poet poet's poetical poetry praise prayer prose Puritan Quaker religion religious revelation Scripture seems Sir Launfal song sorrow soul spirit stars suffering sweet thee theism theology thet thine things thou thought tion true truth Unitarian universe utterance verse voice Walt Walt Whitman Whitman Whittier words writes wrote youth
Popular passages
Page 200 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting, — " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 437 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Page 241 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute ; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Page 88 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Page 340 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 195 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of despair!
Page 247 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 199 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Page 156 - I long for household voices gone, For vanished smiles I long, But God hath led my dear ones on, And He can do no wrong. I know not what the future hath Of marvel or surprise, Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlies.
Page 246 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, . ' Is hanging breathless on thy fate...