The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Ausgabe 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 Seiten |
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... The years ere he will wake again . O , may we see his eyelids open then ! O stern word- - Nevermore ! As the airy gossamere , Floating in the sunlight clear I MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Threnodia MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Threnodia.
... The years ere he will wake again . O , may we see his eyelids open then ! O stern word- - Nevermore ! As the airy gossamere , Floating in the sunlight clear I MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Threnodia MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Threnodia.
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... clear , Ever singing longingly . Is it not better here to be , Than to be toiling late and soon ? In the dreary night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea ; Or , in the loneliness of day , To see the still ...
... clear , Ever singing longingly . Is it not better here to be , Than to be toiling late and soon ? In the dreary night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea ; Or , in the loneliness of day , To see the still ...
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... clear ; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than speak its sympa- thies ; Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze , deep - drinking of the infinite , As , in ...
... clear ; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than speak its sympa- thies ; Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze , deep - drinking of the infinite , As , in ...
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... clear law With a full peace , that never can de- part From its own steadfastness ; — a holy awe For holy things , - not those which men call holy , But such as are revealed to the eyes Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly Before ...
... clear law With a full peace , that never can de- part From its own steadfastness ; — a holy awe For holy things , - not those which men call holy , But such as are revealed to the eyes Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly Before ...
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... clear , Toward the sky's image , hangs the im- aged bridge ; So still the air that I can hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Out of the stillness , with a gathering creep , Like rising wind in leaves , which now decreases ...
... clear , Toward the sky's image , hangs the im- aged bridge ; So still the air that I can hear The slender clarion of the unseen midge ; Out of the stillness , with a gathering creep , Like rising wind in leaves , which now decreases ...
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afore agin ain't aint airth arter ATLANTIC MONTHLY beauty bein Ben Jonson Biglow dark deep doos doth earth England eyes feel feller folks fore fust geaun give God's gret guess hand hath hear heart heaven heerd hope idees Jaalam John John Bull ketch kind larn leaves letters live look mean mind nateral nature neath never niggers night nothin o'er ollers once Piers Ploughman poet poor rhyme Rosaline round Sawin sech seems sence silence sing Sir Launfal slavery sogers song soul sound Southun spile spirit sunshine sure thee ther there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion true truth turn verse warn't Wilbur wind word wun't wut's wuth Yankee
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Seite 111 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 102 - 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 60 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 77 - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
Seite 111 - 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 152 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
Seite 112 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Seite 111 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Seite 245 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Seite 152 - ... with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching ; His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty well, But...