PoemsCrowell, 1898 - 675 Seiten |
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... hear the sad winds croon A dirge to the lowering sky ; There's nothing soft or mild In the pale moon's sickly light , But all looks strange and wild Through the dim , foreboding night : I think thou must be dead In some dark and lonely ...
... hear the sad winds croon A dirge to the lowering sky ; There's nothing soft or mild In the pale moon's sickly light , But all looks strange and wild Through the dim , foreboding night : I think thou must be dead In some dark and lonely ...
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... hear'st the waters gliding by Slumberously welter . Thou wast full of love and truth , Of forgiveness and ruth- Thy great heart with hope and youth Tided to o'erflowing . Thou didst dwell in mysteries , And there lingered on thine eyes ...
... hear'st the waters gliding by Slumberously welter . Thou wast full of love and truth , Of forgiveness and ruth- Thy great heart with hope and youth Tided to o'erflowing . Thou didst dwell in mysteries , And there lingered on thine eyes ...
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... hear ; The sounds of land , which thy quick ear Caught long ago , they heard not . And , when at last they reached the strand , They found thee lying on the sand With some wild flowers in thy hand , But thy cold bosom stirred not ; They ...
... hear ; The sounds of land , which thy quick ear Caught long ago , they heard not . And , when at last they reached the strand , They found thee lying on the sand With some wild flowers in thy hand , But thy cold bosom stirred not ; They ...
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... hear him swear that he will keep it , In memory of that blessed day , To smile on it or over - weep it When she and spring are far away . Ah me ! I needs must droop my head , And brush away a happy tear , For they are gone , and , dry ...
... hear him swear that he will keep it , In memory of that blessed day , To smile on it or over - weep it When she and spring are far away . Ah me ! I needs must droop my head , And brush away a happy tear , For they are gone , and , dry ...
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... in thee Begets in me as well A spiritual harmony , A mild and blessed spell ; Far , far above earth's atmosphere I rise , whene'er thy voice I hear . THE DEPARTED . Nor they alone are the departed , 26 LOWELL'S POEMS . Song.
... in thee Begets in me as well A spiritual harmony , A mild and blessed spell ; Far , far above earth's atmosphere I rise , whene'er thy voice I hear . THE DEPARTED . Nor they alone are the departed , 26 LOWELL'S POEMS . Song.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
agin aint beauty beneath Biglow bless blue Boston Courier calm clear cold Cotton Mather Cuneiform script dark dear deep Dighton rock doth Doughface dream ears earth evermore face fair faith fear feel feller flowers folks forever gentle gleam golden green haint hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven holy hope Hosea Jaalam kind Knott letters life's light live long ez look murmur nater nature neath never night nothin o'er ollers once peace poem poet Rosaline round Sawin seemed shadow silent sing Sir Kay Sir Launfal slavery smile song sorrow soul spiled spirit stars sunshine sweet tears tell thee there's thet thet's thine eyes things thou art thought tree true truth voice wander wind wings words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 293 - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
Seite 156 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Seite 390 - Ez fer war, I call it murder, — There you hev it plain an" flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that; God hez sed so plump an' fairly, It 's ez long ez it is broad, An' you Ve gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.
Seite 280 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Seite 168 - No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil I The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set.
Seite 296 - The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year, And the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees : The castle alone in the landscape lay Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray : 'T was the proudest hall in the North Countree, And never its gates might opened be, Save to lord or lady of high degree...
Seite 201 - Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Seite 176 - Is true Freedom but to break \ Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt ? No ! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free ! They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two...
Seite 200 - Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word; Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, — Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Seite 230 - Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. Thou art my tropics and mine Italy; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime; ,-,. The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time: Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.