Quaker Poems: A Collection of Verse Relating to the Society of FriendsCharles Francis Jenkins J. C. Winston & Company, 1893 - Всего страниц: 269 |
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Ackworth ACKWORTH SCHOOL Amelia Opie Ballitore Bayard Taylor beauty Bernard Barton blessed bonnet of drab breath bright Charles Lamb Christ creed dark dear death drab bonnet dwell earth ELIZ Elizabeth ELIZABETH FRY England fair faith father feel feet fell flowers George Fox gift glory God's grace grave hand Hannah the housemaid hath Haverford College hear heard heart Heaven holy humble John Estaugh JOHN G John Woolman Joseph JOSEPH JOHN GURNEY knew Lars life's light lips lives look Lord LUCRETIA MOTT Mary Dyer meek MEETING HOUSE MEETING-HOUSE memory mind Minister of ministers o'er peace Philadelphia poem poet praise prayer pride prison pure Quaker Quakeress quiet round RUTH silence snow Society of Friends solemn song soul spake spirit SWARTHMORE sweet tears thee THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought tree truth unto voice wait Westtown WHITTIER William Penn words worship
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Стр. 247 - In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty...
Стр. 85 - Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness ; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Стр. 139 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That...
Стр. 183 - And so, I find it well to come For deeper rest to this still room, For here the habit of the soul Feels less the outer world's control ; The strength of mutual purpose pleads More earnestly our common needs ; And from the silence multiplied By these still forms on either side, The world that time and sense have known Falls off and leaves us God alone.
Стр. 27 - And knows how each man's life affects The spiritual life of all, He walked by faith and not by sight, By love and not by law; The presence of the wrong or right He rather felt than saw.
Стр. 59 - Adolphus, in Germany. As a (Quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at the hands of the magistrates and the populace. None bore the indignities of the mob with greater patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud gentleman and soldier. One of his friends, on an occasion of uncommon rudeness, lamented that he should be treated so harshly in his o]d age who had been so honored before.
Стр. 140 - twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her ; A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester.
Стр. 186 - His hate of sin as imminent; And still the measure of our needs Outgrows the cramping bounds of creeds; The manna gathered yesterday Already savors of decay; Doubts to the world's child-heart unknown Question us now from star and stone; Too little or too much we know, And sight is swift and faith is slow; The power is lost to self-deceive With shallow forms of make-believe.
Стр. 140 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
Стр. 262 - I used to blush when he came near, but then I showed no sign ; With all the meeting looking on, I held his hand in mine. It seemed my bashfulness was gone, now I was his for life: Thee knows the feeling, Hannah, — thee, too, has been a wife.