The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 507 Seiten |
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... faith , that chills with side- long eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon the other side ; For in her soul there never dwelt a lie . Right from the hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er ...
... faith , that chills with side- long eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon the other side ; For in her soul there never dwelt a lie . Right from the hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er ...
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... faith that still forgives ; A love that shall be new and fresh each hour , As is the sunset's golden mystery , Or the sweet coming of the evening - star , Alike , and yet most unlike , every day , And seeming ever best and fairest now ...
... faith that still forgives ; A love that shall be new and fresh each hour , As is the sunset's golden mystery , Or the sweet coming of the evening - star , Alike , and yet most unlike , every day , And seeming ever best and fairest now ...
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... faith in holy sorrow Than the world's seeming loss could take away . To know the heart of all things was his duty , All things did sing to him to make him wise , And , with a sorrowful and conquering beauty , The soul of all looked ...
... faith in holy sorrow Than the world's seeming loss could take away . To know the heart of all things was his duty , All things did sing to him to make him wise , And , with a sorrowful and conquering beauty , The soul of all looked ...
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... faith of youth ! O , prophesy no more the Maker's com- ing , Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear In the dim void , like to the awful hum- ming Of the great wings of some new - light- ed sphere ! O , prophesy no more , but be ...
... faith of youth ! O , prophesy no more the Maker's com- ing , Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear In the dim void , like to the awful hum- ming Of the great wings of some new - light- ed sphere ! O , prophesy no more , but be ...
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... faith in lowly things , Thou thyself wouldst then have sought me , And set free my spirit's wings . " But I looked for signs and wonders , That o'er men should give me sway ; Thirsting to be more than mortal , I was even less than clay ...
... faith in lowly things , Thou thyself wouldst then have sought me , And set free my spirit's wings . " But I looked for signs and wonders , That o'er men should give me sway ; Thirsting to be more than mortal , I was even less than clay ...
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Seite 105 - 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 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 - 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...
Seite 13 - The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break, the factory burn, A breath may burst his bubble shares, And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage, it seems to me, One scarce would wish to hold in fee.
Seite 110 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side. — Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold! through him I give to thee!
Seite 82 - Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears, When birds and flowers and I were happy peers. How like a prodigal doth nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love...
Seite 110 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Seite 107 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams ; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the lashes of light that trim the stars ; He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight; Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt...
Seite 398 - 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 67 - For humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into history's golden urn. 'Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers