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Religious Poems
Religious Poems
Religious Poems
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Religious Poems is a lyrical collection by Harriet Beecher Stowe. Stowe was an American poet, author and abolitionist who actively sought the end of slavery. Excerpt: "O restless sea! thou seemest all enchanted By that sweet vision of celestial rest; Where are the winds and tides thy peace that haunted, — So still thou seemest, so glorified and blest!"
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Release dateJun 13, 2022
ISBN8596547063827
Religious Poems
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Harriet Beecher Stowe

Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811–1896) was an American abolitionist and author of more than 20 books, including novels, three travel memoirs, and collections of articles and letters. Her novel Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852) was a realistic account of life for African-Americans under slavery; it reached millions and became influential in the United States and United Kingdom.

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    Religious Poems - Harriet Beecher Stowe

    Harriet Beecher Stowe

    Religious Poems

    EAN 8596547063827

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

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    THE CHARMER.

    KNOCKING.

    THE OLD PSALM TUNE.

    THE OTHER WORLD.

    MARY AT THE CROSS.

    THE INNER VOICE.

    ABIDE IN ME, AND I IN YOU.

    THE SECRET.

    THINK NOT ALL IS OVER.

    LINES

    THE CROCUS.

    CONSOLATION.

    ONLY A YEAR.

    BELOW.

    ABOVE.

    LINES

    SUMMER STUDIES.

    HOURS OF THE NIGHT; OR, WATCHES OF SORROW.

    I. MIDNIGHT.

    II. FIRST HOUR.

    III. SECOND HOUR.

    IV. THIRD HOUR.

    V. FOURTH HOUR.

    VI. DAY DAWN.

    VII. WHEN I AWAKE I AM STILL WITH THEE.

    PRESSED FLOWERS FROM ITALY.

    A DAY IN THE PAMFILI DORIA.

    THE GARDENS OF THE VATICAN.

    ST. PETER'S CHURCH.

    THE MISERERE.

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    [A] According to this legend, Catherine was a noble maiden of Alexandria, distinguished alike by birth, riches, beauty, and the rarest gifts of genius and learning. In the flower of her life she consecrated herself to the service of her Redeemer, and cheerfully suffered for his sake the loss of wealth, friends, and the esteem of the world. Banishment, imprisonment, and torture were in vain tried to shake the constancy of her faith; and at last she was bound upon the torturing-wheel for a cruel death. But the angels descended, so says the story, rent the wheel, and bore her away, through the air, far over the sea, to Mount Sinai, where her body was left to repose, and her soul ascended with them to heaven.


    THE CHARMER.

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    "Socrates. However, you and Simmias appear to me as if you wished to sift this subject more thoroughly, and to be afraid, like children, lest, on the soul's departure from the body, winds should blow it away.

    "Upon this Cebes said, 'Endeavor to teach us better, Socrates. Perhaps there is a childish spirit in our breast that has such a dread. Let us endeavor to persuade him not to be afraid of death, as of hobgoblins.'

    "'But you must charm him every day,' said Socrates, 'until you have quieted his fears.'

    "'But whence, O Socrates,' he said, 'can we procure a skilful charmer for such a case, now you are about to leave us.'

    'Greece is wide, Cebes,' he said, 'and in it surely there are skilful men; and there are many barbarous nations, all of which you should search, seeking such a charmer, sparing neither money nor toil.'—Last words of Socrates, as narrated by Plato in the Phædo.

    WE need that charmer, for our hearts are sore

    With longings for the

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