The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1896 - 492 Seiten The present Cambridge Edition of Mr. Lowell's poems contains, substantially in the order established by the author, the poems included by him not long before his death in the definitive Riverside Edition of his writings, and in addition the small group contained in the Last Poems, collected by his literary executor, Mr. Charles Eliot Norton. - Publisher's note. |
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... LETTER FROM MR . EZEKIEL BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO THE HON . JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM 181 No. II . A LETTER FROM MR . HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE HON . J. No. III . WHAT MR . ROBINSON 172 · 174 183 THINKS 187 . No. IV . REMARKS OF INCREASE D. O'PHACE ...
... LETTER FROM MR . EZEKIEL BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO THE HON . JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM 181 No. II . A LETTER FROM MR . HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE HON . J. No. III . WHAT MR . ROBINSON 172 · 174 183 THINKS 187 . No. IV . REMARKS OF INCREASE D. O'PHACE ...
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... letter to C. F. Briggs , written in 1844 : " He is Dr. Primrose in a comparative degree , the very simplest and charmingest of sexagenarians , and not without a great deal of the truest magnanimity . " It was characteristic of Lowell ...
... letter to C. F. Briggs , written in 1844 : " He is Dr. Primrose in a comparative degree , the very simplest and charmingest of sexagenarians , and not without a great deal of the truest magnanimity . " It was characteristic of Lowell ...
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... letter he wrote : " Here I am in my garret . I slept here when I was a little curly - headed boy , and used to see ... letters , he bears witness to the intimacy which he enjoyed with that phase of nature which we may call homely and ...
... letter he wrote : " Here I am in my garret . I slept here when I was a little curly - headed boy , and used to see ... letters , he bears witness to the intimacy which he enjoyed with that phase of nature which we may call homely and ...
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... letters . He was finding himself in these early days , as many another young man , and there are glimpses all through Lowell's letters of this restlessness , this subtle sense of one's self which in weaker natures hardens into a mordant ...
... letters . He was finding himself in these early days , as many another young man , and there are glimpses all through Lowell's letters of this restlessness , this subtle sense of one's self which in weaker natures hardens into a mordant ...
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... letter purporting to be from Mr. Ezekiel Biglow of Jalaam to the Hon . Joseph T. Buckingham , editor of the Boston Courier , enclosing a poem of his son , Mr. Hosea Big- low . It was no new thing to seek to arrest the public attention ...
... letter purporting to be from Mr. Ezekiel Biglow of Jalaam to the Hon . Joseph T. Buckingham , editor of the Boston Courier , enclosing a poem of his son , Mr. Hosea Big- low . It was no new thing to seek to arrest the public attention ...
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afore agin ain't aint airth Appledore arter ATLANTIC MONTHLY Auf wiedersehen beauty bein bobolink brain Clotho dark dear deep divine doth dream ears earth eyes faith fancy feel feet feller folks fust give God's gret hand hath hear heart heaven heerd hope idees Jaalam ketch kind larn leaves letter life's light lives look Lowell mind Muse nater nature neath never night nothin o'er ollers once poem poet poor rhyme round Sawin sech seems silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song Sonnet soul spiles spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree truth turn twixt verse Vinland warn't Whig Wilbur wind wonder word wun't Yankee
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Seite 68 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; 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 67 - 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 67 - 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 106 - Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie ; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Seite 219 - 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'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Seite 347 - Be proud! for she is saved, and all have helped to save her! She that lifts up the manhood of the poor, She of the open soul and open door, With room about her hearth for all mankind!
Seite 220 - An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
Seite 111 - This water his blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Seite 295 - Greatly begin ! though thou have time But for a line, be that sublime, — Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
Seite 107 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well 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...