Quiet Hours; A Collection of Poems

Quiet Hours; A Collection of Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ...For no expectant eyes Of something other, full of wild desire Can watch ftie burning of the altar fire Of daily sacrifice. S T. CALL ON US. WHEN the enemy is near thee, Call on us! In our hands we will upbear thee, He shall neither scathe nor scare thee, He shall fly thee, and shall fear thee. Call on us! Call when all good friends have left thee, Of all good sights and sounds bereft thee; Call when hope and heart are sinking, And the brain is sick with thinking, Help, O help! Call, and following close behind thee There shall haste, and there shall find thee, Help, sure help. When the panic comes upon thee, When necessity seems on thee, Hope and choice have all foregone thee, Fate and force are closing o'er thee, And but one way stands before thee--Call on us! O, and if thou dost not call, Be but faithful, that is all. Go right on, and close behind thee There shall follow still and find thee, Help, sure help. Arthur Hugh Clough, 1849. "WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING." TT fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall. Arthur Hugh Clough. TRANQUILLITY. O FEVERED eyes, with searching strained Till both the parching globes are pained, At set of sun is balm for you: Look up, and bathe them in the blue. No need to count the coming stars, Nor watch those wimpled pearly bars That flush above the west; but follow In idler mood the idle swallow, With careless, half-unconscious eye, Round his great circles on the sky, Till he, and all things, lose for you Their being in that depth of blue. O fevered brain, with searching strained Till every pulsing nerve is pained, In...show more

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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236584368
  • 9781236584366