#EnglishWriters
As gold is tried in the furnace, So He tries the hearts of men; And the dwale and the dross shall… When He tries the hearts of men. And the wood, and the hay, and the…
Christ stands at the bar of the wo… As He stood in the days of old. And still, as then, we do betray Our Lord for greed of gold. When our every deed and word and t…
Is life worth living? It depends on your believing;— If it ends with this short span, Then is man no better than The beasts that perish.
Better in bitterest agony to lie, Before Thy throne, Than through much increase to be l… And stand alone. Better by one sweet soul, constant…
From deepest depth, O Lord, I cr… "My Love runs quick to your neces… I am bereft; my soul is sick with… "Dear one, I know. My heart br… What most I loved is gone. I w…
To us it seemed his life was too s… Ended, indeed, while scarcely yet… God, with His clearer vision, saw… Was ready for a larger ministry. Just so we thought of Him, whose…
I saw my fellows In Poverty Street,— Bitter and black with life’s defea… Ill-fed, ill-housed, of ills compl… And I said to myself,—
With the thirty pieces of silver, They bought the Potter’s Field; For none would have the blood-mone… And the interest it might yield. The Place of Blood for the Price…
You that still have your sight, Remember me!— I risked my life, I lost my eyes, That you might see. Now in the dark I go,
As It was in the Beginning,— Is Now,— And...? “No room! No room!
Rabbi, begone! Thy powers Bring loss to us and ours. Our ways are not as Thine. Thou lovest men, we—swine. Oh, get you hence, Omnipotence,
When the Bells of Ys rang softly,… Soft—and sweet—and low, Not a sound was heard in the old g… As the silvery tones came floating… But life stood still with uncovere…
The wind blows shrill along the hi… —Black is the night and cold— The sky hangs low with its weight… And the drifts are deep on the wol… But what care I for wind or snow?
Flora, with wondrous feathers in h… Rain-soaked, and limp, and feeling… With flowers of sorts in her full… Back to the railings, there by Ch… And cursed the weather and a blank…
Peter, outworn, And menaced by the sword, Shook off the dust of Rome; And, as he fled, Met one, with eager face,