Letters of James Russell Lowell, Band 2Harper & brothers, 1893 - 3 Seiten |
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31 Lowndes Square Affectionately American believe birds Cambridge copy Deerfoot Farm delightful dinner doubt E. L. GODKIN EDWARD BURNETT England English eyes F. J. CHILD fancy fear feel French GEORGE PUTNAM give glad Good-by gout happy hear hope Hyde Park interest Irish J. R. LOWELL kind LESLIE STEPHEN letter live London look Madrid mean mind MISS GRACE NORTON MISS NORTON morning nature never night NORTON Elmwood perhaps pleasant pleasure poem poet pretty R. W. GILDER Radnor Place remember S. B. HERRICK seems sometimes Southborough suppose sure T. B. ALDRICH tell thank things THOMAS HUGHES thought tion to-day told verses W. D. HOWELLS W. K. CLIFFORD walk weather week Whitby wish wonder word write written wrote yesterday
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Seite 280 - I, in strange lands at gray of dawn Wakeful, have heard that fruitless plaint Through Memory's chambers deep withdrawn Renew its iterations faint. So nigh ! yet from remotest years It seems to draw its magic, rife With longings unappeased and tears Drawn from the very source of life. TO THE SAME Legation of the United States, London, Sept.
Seite 67 - sic nude dictus, citing examples from Festus and Tertullian. Perhaps neither a lexicographer nor a Father of the Church is very good authority for Latin, but in Eng* In " The Cathedral," "... shocks of surf that clomb and fell. Spume-sliding down the baffled decuman.
Seite 168 - that but fudge To him who counted-in the elective judge? Whitewashed, he quits the politician's strife, At ease in mind, with pockets filled for life.' "These caustic lines awakened resentment. A large proportion of the press (and particularly that part of it which was
Seite 281 - make a stanza which had been tongue-tied say what I wished. Let it go thus, "Waif of the young World's wonder-hour to overbear," (comma). Then go on— " Like Progne, did it feel the stress And coil of the prevailing words Close round its
Seite 326 - having written on my Class poem (in which I made fun of the Abolitionists, 1838), "Behold the baby arrows of that wit Wherewith I dared assail the woundless Truth ! Love hath refilled the quiver, and with it The man shall win atonement for the youth.".
Seite 139 - For my own part, though I have had a great deal of home-sickness, I come back to Cambridge rather sadly. I have not been over-well of late. The doctor in Rome, however, gave my troubles a name—and that by robbing them of mystery has made them commonplace. He said it was suppressed
Seite 279 - sadly sweet Is all it says and then is still. It calls and listens. Earth and sky, Hushed by the pathos of its fate, Listen, breath held, but no reply Comes from its doom-divided mate.