Poems on the topic: sacrifice

Poems on the topic “sacrifice” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeGeorge Herbert

H. Baptism

As he that sees a dark and shady grove, Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky; So when I view my sins, mine eyes remove More backward still, and to that water fly, Which is above the heav'ns, whose spring and rest Is in my dear Redeemer's pierced side. O blessed streams! either ye do prevent And stop our sins from growing thick and wide, Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow. In you Redemption measures all my time, And spreads the plaster equal to the crime; You taught the book of life my name, that so What ever future sins should me miscall, Your first acquaintance might discredit all.
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

Where Roses would not dare to go,

Where Roses would not dare to go, What Heart would risk the way -- And so I send my Crimson Scouts To sound the Enemy --
SadEmily Dickinson

She rose to His Requirement -- dropt

She rose to His Requirement -- dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife -- If ought She missed in Her new Day, Of Amplitude, or Awe -- Or first Prospective -- Or the Gold In using, wear away, It lay unmentioned -- as the Sea Develop Pearl, and Weed, But only to Himself -- be known The Fathoms they abide --
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

If I could bribe them by a Rose

If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or storm -- Or frost, or death, or anyone -- My business were so dear! If they would linger for a Bird My Tambourin were soonest heard Among the April Woods! Unwearied, all the summer long, Only to break in wilder song When Winter shook the boughs! What if they hear me! Who shall say That such an importunity May not at last avail?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

A full fed Rose on meals of Tint

A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A Dinner for a Bee In process of the Noon became - Each bright Mortality The Forfeit is of Creature fair Itself, adored before Submitting for our unknown sake To be esteemed no more --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

He put the Belt around my life

He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap -- And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up -- Deliberate, as a Duke would do A Kingdom's Title Deed -- Henceforth, a Dedicated sort -- A Member of the Cloud. Yet not too far to come at call -- And do the little Toils That make the Circuit of the Rest -- And deal occasional smiles To lives that stoop to notice mine -- And kindly ask it in -- Whose invitation, know you not For Whom I must decline?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- Empty the Hearts that purchased you -- -- Sister of Ophir -- Ah, Peru -- Subtle the Sum That purchase you -- -- Brother of Ophir Bright Adieu, Honor, the shortest route To you.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Service without Hope --

The Service without Hope -- Is tenderest, I think -- Because 'tis unsustained By stint -- Rewarded Work -- Has impetus of Gain -- And impetus of Goal -- There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Jesus! thy Crucifix

Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face Mind thee in Paradise Of ours!
InspiredEmily Dickinson

I rose -- because He sank --

I rose -- because He sank -- I thought it would be opposite -- But when his power dropped -- My Soul grew straight. I cheered my fainting Prince -- I sang firm -- even -- Chants -- I helped his Film -- with Hymn -- And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff -- I met him -- Balm to Balm -- I told him Best -- must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh -- No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave -- I told him Worlds I knew
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

A Tooth upon Our Peace

A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface -- Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace -- The Heaven hath a Hell -- Itself to signalize -- And every sign before the Place Is Gilt with Sacrifice --
RomanticEmily Dickinson

Summer for thee, grant I may be

Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole -- are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o'er! Pray gather me -- Anemone -- Thy flower -- forevermore!

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