 | 1878 - 270 pagini
...there ? LH SIOOURNEY WAITING. SERENE, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind or tide or sea ; rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own...my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pacer stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or... | |
 | Kate Carrington - 1882 - 344 pagini
...ASCHENBROEDEL, UNIVERSITY or BOSTON: ROBERTS BROTHERS. 1882. Copyright, 1S8S, BY ROBERTS BROTHERS. "Serene I fold my hands and -wait, Nor care for wind, nor tidel nor sea. I r,ave no more 'gainst time, nor fate, For to ! my own shall come to me." ASCHENBROEDEL.... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1883 - 382 pagini
...neighbor's deed malign, For what seems coarse is often good and fine. JOHN BURROUGHS. [USA] "WAITING. I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall come to me. SERENE, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; I stay my haste, I make delays,... | |
 | 1885 - 466 pagini
...delicate silver threads Of our curious lives asunder, And then Heav'n blame for the tangled ends, WAITING. SERENE I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind,...sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo I my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays ; For what avails this eager pace ? I stand... | |
 | Edward Livermore Burlingame, Robert Bridges, Alfred Sheppard Dashiell, Harlan Logan - 1916 - 1068 pagini
...of ebony, was missing. Said I: " ' Serene I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea. I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall come to me.'" • Last year my brother Sam entered his dressing-room one night in London. The actor who dressed with... | |
 | 1888 - 328 pagini
...through each labor, like a thread of gold, Is woven the sweet consciousness of Thee ! SUSAN COOLIDGE. SERENE, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind,...sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo ! mine own shall come to me. What matter if I stand alone ? I wait with joy the coming years : My heart... | |
 | 1896 - 460 pagini
...What shall the harvest be ?" WAITIN'G. Serene I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall conic to me. I stay my haste, I make delays. For what avails this eager pace ? I stand amid the eternal... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 pagini
...JOHN BURROUGHS. fU. s. Al 'WAnTNQ. SERF.NE, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea ; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay mv haste, I make delays, For wfiat avails this eager pace 1 I stand amid the eternal ways, And what... | |
 | Hiram Erastus Butler - 1890 - 542 pagini
...its faithfulness ; and what were months and years to me now ? Ah, I could bide my time ! ' ' Sereno I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea, No more I rave 'gainst time nor fate, For lo! my own must come to me." I essayed to leave the spot,... | |
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Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For, lo! my own shall come to me. 
