Patience poems
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Olney Hymn 43: Prayer For Patience
© William Cowper
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure.
OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.
'Ware Wire!
© Jessie Pope
WHEN the beagles are running like steam,
When the plough is as sticky as glue,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXII. -- The Nun Of Nida
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the convent of Drontheim,
Alone in her chamber
Knelt Astrid the Abbess,
At midnight, adoring,
Beseeching, entreating
The Virgin and Mother.
Raschi In Prague
© Emma Lazarus
Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,
The authoritative Talmudist, returned
Petrarch to Laura
© Mary Darby Robinson
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."
In an Almshouse
© Augusta Davies Webster
They said you were not pretty, owed your charm
to choice of ribbons from your father's shop,
but, as for me, I saw not if you wore
too many ribbons or too few, nor sought
what charms you had beyond that one I knew,
the kind and honest look in your grey eyes.
Sonnet 56: Fie, School Of Patience
© Sir Philip Sidney
Fie, school of Patience, fie! your lesson is
Far, far too long to learn it without book:
What, a whole week without one piece of look,
And think I should not your large precepts miss?
The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse
© Henry Adamson
From thence we passing by the Windy Gowle,
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle,
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoull,
Where did we shoot at many fox and fowl.
Hebe
© James Russell Lowell
I saw the twinkle of white feet,
I saw the flush of robes descending;
Before her ran an influence fleet,
That bowed my heart like barley bending.
The Weeds Counsel
© Bliss William Carman
SAID a traveller by the way
Pausing, "What hast thou to say,
Flower by the dusty road,
That would ease a mortal's load?"
Rachel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE wan September moonbeams, struggling down
Through the gray clouds upon her desolate head,
The coldness of their muffled radiance shed
Faintly above her like a spectral crown:
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
Tribute To The Memory Of The Rev. Sister The Nativity, Foundress Of The Convent Of Villa Maria
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Oh, Villa Maria, thrice favored spot,
Unclouded sunshine is still thy lot
Since first, neath thy mortal old,
The spouses of Christworking out Gods will,
Meekly entered, their mission high to fill
Mid the little ones of His fold.
Bud
© Edgar Albert Guest
Who is it lives to the full every minute,
Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it?
The Lighthouse
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Yes, Desolation, on her viewless wing,
Even now, perhaps, is speeding with the blast
Fourth Sunday In Advent
© John Keble
Of the bright things in earth and air
How little can the heart embrace!
Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -
I know it well, but cannot trace.
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV
© Caroline Norton
Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.
