The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Ausgabe 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 Seiten |
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... Turn thy curved prow ashore , And in our green isle rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! " And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill , And , to her heart so calm and deep , Murmurs over in her sleep , Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still ...
... Turn thy curved prow ashore , And in our green isle rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! " And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill , And , to her heart so calm and deep , Murmurs over in her sleep , Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still ...
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... Turn thy curved prow ashore , And in our green isle rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! " And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill , And , to her heart so calm and deep , Murmurs over in her sleep , Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still ...
... Turn thy curved prow ashore , And in our green isle rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! " And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill , And , to her heart so calm and deep , Murmurs over in her sleep , Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still ...
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... turns leaden and harsh . You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat . Look ! look ! that livid flash ! And instantly follows the rattling thun- der , As if some cloud - crag , split asunder , Fell , splintering with a ruinous ...
... turns leaden and harsh . You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat . Look ! look ! that livid flash ! And instantly follows the rattling thun- der , As if some cloud - crag , split asunder , Fell , splintering with a ruinous ...
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... turn ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits wants , His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart , he hears the pants Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare , And ...
... turn ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits wants , His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart , he hears the pants Of toiling hinds with brown arms bare , And ...
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... turns them miserly and cold as stone , And makes them clutch their fingers on the bliss Which but in giving truly is their own ; - She had no dreams of barter , asked not his , But gave hers freely as she would have thrown A rose to him ...
... turns them miserly and cold as stone , And makes them clutch their fingers on the bliss Which but in giving truly is their own ; - She had no dreams of barter , asked not his , But gave hers freely as she would have thrown A rose to him ...
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ain't aint beauty believe blood clear cold comes dark deep doth dream drop ears earth eyes face faith fall fear feel fire folks freedom give green grow half hand happy hard hath head hear heard heart heaven hold hope John keep kind land leaves less letter light live look mean mind nature never night o'er once past peace poet poor present rest round seemed sense shadow side sight silence sing soul sound speak spirit stand sure tell thee thet thine things thou thought true truth turn voice whole wind wonder wrong young
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Seite 107 - 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 98 - 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 56 - 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 73 - 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 107 - 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 148 - 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 108 - 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 107 - 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 241 - 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 148 - ... 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...