The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Osgood, 1879 - 422 Seiten |
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... sounds of earth and air Melt into one low voice alone , That murmurs over the weary sea , And seems to sing from everywhere , " Here mayst thou harbor peacefully , Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar ; Turn thy curved prow ashore ...
... sounds of earth and air Melt into one low voice alone , That murmurs over the weary sea , And seems to sing from everywhere , " Here mayst thou harbor peacefully , Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar ; Turn thy curved prow ashore ...
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... sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless roar , To be at rest forevermore ...
... sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless roar , To be at rest forevermore ...
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... sound , The stars are hid and the night is drear , The heart of silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every ...
... sound , The stars are hid and the night is drear , The heart of silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every ...
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... sound God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurk- ing , One God ...
... sound God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurk- ing , One God ...
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... sounds are out upon the breeze , And the leaves shiver in the trees , And then thou comest , Rosaline ! I seem to hear the mourners go , With long black garments trailing slow , And plumes anodding to and fro , As once I heard them ...
... sounds are out upon the breeze , And the leaves shiver in the trees , And then thou comest , Rosaline ! I seem to hear the mourners go , With long black garments trailing slow , And plumes anodding to and fro , As once I heard them ...
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Seite 380 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all' are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame. The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 106 - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Seite 105 - To be some happy creature's palace ; 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 105 - 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 64 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Seite 79 - He's true to God who's true to man ; wherever wrong is done, To the humblest and the weakest, neath the allbeholding sun, That wrong is also done to us ; and they are slaves most base, Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race.
Seite 380 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old-World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
Seite 221 - Mebby to mean yes an' say no Comes nateral to women. He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t' other, An' on which one he felt the wust He could n't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, "I'd better call agin"; Says she, "Think likely, Mister"; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an
Seite 330 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Seite 79 - DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.