The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Ausgabe 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 Seiten |
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... , Unto her queenly soul doth minister . Most gentle is she ; her large charity ( An all unwitting , childlike gift in her ) Not freer is to give than meek to bear ; And , though herself not unacquaint with care , Hath IRENE . 3 Irené Irené.
... , Unto her queenly soul doth minister . Most gentle is she ; her large charity ( An all unwitting , childlike gift in her ) Not freer is to give than meek to bear ; And , though herself not unacquaint with care , Hath IRENE . 3 Irené Irené.
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... give me , That the world's blasts may round me blow , And I yield gently to and fro , While my stout - hearted trunk below And firm - set roots unshaken be . Some of thy stern , unyielding might , Enduring still through day and night ...
... give me , That the world's blasts may round me blow , And I yield gently to and fro , While my stout - hearted trunk below And firm - set roots unshaken be . Some of thy stern , unyielding might , Enduring still through day and night ...
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... give it some faint glimpses Of immortality ! 1842 . A PRAYER . GOD ! do not let my loved one die , But rather wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my ...
... give it some faint glimpses Of immortality ! 1842 . A PRAYER . GOD ! do not let my loved one die , But rather wait until the time That I am grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my ...
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... give back sunshine with an added glow , To wile each moment with a fresh de- light , And part of memory's best content- ment grow ! O , how her voice , as with an inmate's right , Into the strangest heart would wel- come go , And make ...
... give back sunshine with an added glow , To wile each moment with a fresh de- light , And part of memory's best content- ment grow ! O , how her voice , as with an inmate's right , Into the strangest heart would wel- come go , And make ...
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... Give out an audible rustle , curling through The midnight silence of that awe - struck air , More hushed than death , though so much life was there . XXXVII . Nothing they saw , but a low voice was heard Threading the ominous silence of ...
... Give out an audible rustle , curling through The midnight silence of that awe - struck air , More hushed than death , though so much life was there . XXXVII . Nothing they saw , but a low voice was heard Threading the ominous silence of ...
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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...