The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 656 Seiten |
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... head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman WITH A PRESSED FLOWER perfected . SERENADE - THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star FROM the close shut windows Could see its ...
... head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman WITH A PRESSED FLOWER perfected . SERENADE - THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star FROM the close shut windows Could see its ...
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... head , As on the day we two were wed , Mine eyes scarce knew if thou wert dead , But evermore that meek sur- prise , O God ! thy gentle spirit tries To deem me guiltless , Rosaline ! 40 Above thy grave the robin sings , line ! The death ...
... head , As on the day we two were wed , Mine eyes scarce knew if thou wert dead , But evermore that meek sur- prise , O God ! thy gentle spirit tries To deem me guiltless , Rosaline ! 40 Above thy grave the robin sings , line ! The death ...
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... head , he listened For an answer to his prayer ; No loud burst of thunder followed , Not a murmur stirred the air : But the tuft of moss before him Opened while he waited yet , And , from out the rock's hard bo- som , Sprang a tender ...
... head , he listened For an answer to his prayer ; No loud burst of thunder followed , Not a murmur stirred the air : But the tuft of moss before him Opened while he waited yet , And , from out the rock's hard bo- som , Sprang a tender ...
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... head with careless art , bright , Peopled with living fancies of her own , Mocking the sunshine , that would Where naught could come but vi- fain have lent To its frank grace a richer orna- ment . II His loved one's eyes could poet ever ...
... head with careless art , bright , Peopled with living fancies of her own , Mocking the sunshine , that would Where naught could come but vi- fain have lent To its frank grace a richer orna- ment . II His loved one's eyes could poet ever ...
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... head elms between , Lit up the leaves beyond , which , autumn - dyed She drooped , and made her golden hair her veil , dor start , Shaming the labored panes of rich- est art . Then faded , and anon she stood lustre spread , all pale ...
... head elms between , Lit up the leaves beyond , which , autumn - dyed She drooped , and made her golden hair her veil , dor start , Shaming the labored panes of rich- est art . Then faded , and anon she stood lustre spread , all pale ...
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Seite 91 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame; — In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.
Seite 144 - 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; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by...
Seite 148 - 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 257 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.
Seite 243 - s thousands o' my mind. 160 [The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it.
Seite 92 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is 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 138 - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean : Yet there the freedom of a race began. Help came but slowly ; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less : What need of help ? He knew how types were set, He had a dauntless spirit, and a press. Such earnest natures are the fiery pith. The compact nucleus, round which systems grow: Mass after mass becomes inspired therewith, And whirls impregnate...
Seite 143 - 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 145 - But he who gives but a slender mite, And gives to that which is out of sight, That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty Which runs through all and doth all unite, — The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms, The heart outstretches its eager palms, For a god goes with it and makes it store To the soul that was starving in darkness before.
Seite 392 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.