Odes, Lyrics and Sonnets from the Poetic Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 193 Seiten |
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Atropos Auf wiedersehen beauty BEAVER BROOK bees beneath birds blood brain brave breath brim brow brunstane burn Clotho crown DANDELION dare dark dead dear divine doth dream dumb dust ears earth eyes faith fame fate feel feet fire flame glad glow God's Goddess golden grace grave Greece hath headsman waits forever hear heart heaven Hebe hope human immortal Katahdin kiss knew Lachesis leap life's light lips lisp living look lyre man's manhood memory mind mood mortal mould Muse nature Nature's naught neath never night nobler o'er once pain passion pennoned poets poor praise pulses round Roundhead sacred shadow shape shrine silent headsman waits sing snow song soul spin stars stood sure sweet sweeter Sybaris thee things thou thought toil touch trees voice WENDELL PHILLIPS wiedersehen wind wings wise wood words
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Seite 18 - 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 163 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. 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'.
Seite 168 - 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.
Seite 10 - ... toil, With the cast mantle she hath left behind her. Many in sad faith sought for her, Many with crossed hands sighed for her; But these, our brothers, fought for her, At life's dear peril wrought for her, So loved her that they died for her...
Seite 136 - I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, "Father, who makes it snow?
Seite 22 - But is there hope to save Even this ethereal essence from the grave? What ever 'scaped Oblivion's subtle wrong Save a few clarion names, or golden threads of song ? Before my musing eye The mighty ones of old sweep by, Disvoiced now and insubstantial things, As noisy once as we ; poor ghosts of kings, Shadows of empire wholly gone to dust...
Seite 8 - Or reading stars to find inglorious fates, Can lift our life with wings Far from Death's idle gulf that for the many waits, And lengthen out our dates With that clear fame whose memory sings In manly hearts to come, and nerves them and dilates : Nor...
Seite 166 - A-raspin' on the scraper, — All ways to once her feelin's flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat, Some doubtfle o' the sekle; His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But her'n went pity Zekle. An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
Seite 164 - The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted. The very room, coz she was in, Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin', An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'.
Seite 27 - Ever to base earth allied, But with far-heard gratitude, Still with heart and voice renewed, To heroes living and dear martyrs dead, The strain should close that consecrates our brave. Lift the heart and lift the head! Lofty be its mood and grave, _J Not without a martial ring, Not without a prouder tread And a peal of exultation...