The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 507 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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... turns leaden and harsh . You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat . TRUE Love is but a humble , low - born thing , Bursts crackling o'er the sun - parched | And hath its food served up in earthen By morning , and noontide , and ...
... turns leaden and harsh . You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat . TRUE Love is but a humble , low - born thing , Bursts crackling o'er the sun - parched | And hath its food served up in earthen By morning , and noontide , and ...
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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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... turn Unto the love of ever - youthful Nature , And of a beauty fadeless and eterne ; And always ' t is the saddest ... turns her eyes : The next hour always shames the hour before ; One beauty , at its highest , prophesies That by whose ...
... turn Unto the love of ever - youthful Nature , And of a beauty fadeless and eterne ; And always ' t is the saddest ... turns her eyes : The next hour always shames the hour before ; One beauty , at its highest , prophesies That by whose ...
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... , Close - clipped , to hop about from perch to perch , In paltry cages of dead men's dead thoughts ? O , rather , like the skylark , soar and sing , dumb , Whose blithe front turns to greet the growing 26 EARLIER POEMS .
... , Close - clipped , to hop about from perch to perch , In paltry cages of dead men's dead thoughts ? O , rather , like the skylark , soar and sing , dumb , Whose blithe front turns to greet the growing 26 EARLIER POEMS .
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afore agin ain't aint airth arter beauty bein Ben Jonson Biglow blood brain Caleb Cushing dark dear deep divine doth dream ears earth England eyes faith fancy feel feller folks fust give God's gret hand hath hear heart heaven heerd hope idee Jaalam John John Bull ketch kind larn leaves letters light live long ez look mind mused nature neath never night nothin o'er ollers once poet poor preterite rhyme round Sawin sech seemed silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song soul spiles spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree true truth turn twixt verse warn't Wilbur wind wonder word wun't Yankee
Beliebte Passagen
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