The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Ausgabe 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 Seiten |
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... never yet was flower " Sub Pondere Crescit XIV . " Beloved , in the noisy city here . 110 110 On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence of Capital Punish- ment . 110 XV . The same continued XVI . The same continued The same continued ...
... never yet was flower " Sub Pondere Crescit XIV . " Beloved , in the noisy city here . 110 110 On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence of Capital Punish- ment . 110 XV . The same continued XVI . The same continued The same continued ...
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... never yet was flower " Sub Pondere Crescit · " Beloved , in the noisy city here " 984 . 105 106 107 107 108 108 • 108 108 On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence of Capital Punish- VIII . IX . X. XI . XII . XIII . XIV . XV . The same ...
... never yet was flower " Sub Pondere Crescit · " Beloved , in the noisy city here " 984 . 105 106 107 107 108 108 • 108 108 On reading Wordsworth's Sonnets in Defence of Capital Punish- VIII . IX . X. XI . XII . XIII . XIV . XV . The same ...
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... never enter ; She hath a natural , wise sincerity , A simple truthfulness , and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre ; So that no influence of earth can stir Her steadfast courage , nor can take away The holy ...
... never enter ; She hath a natural , wise sincerity , A simple truthfulness , and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre ; So that no influence of earth can stir Her steadfast courage , nor can take away The holy ...
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... 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 the face of daily mysteries ; - A ...
... 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 the face of daily mysteries ; - A ...
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... never - dying green , Put in this scrip of mine , - That griefs may fall like snow - flakes light , And deck me in a robe of white , Ready to be an angel bright , - O sweetly mournful pine . A little of thy merriment , Of thy sparkling ...
... never - dying green , Put in this scrip of mine , - That griefs may fall like snow - flakes light , And deck me in a robe of white , Ready to be an angel bright , - O sweetly mournful pine . A little of thy merriment , Of thy sparkling ...
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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...