Lowell Leaflets: Poems and Prose Passages from the Works of James Russell Lowell for Reading and RecitationHoughton, Mifflin, 1896 - 98 Seiten |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... ears , His brook - like songs whom glory never weaned From humble smiles and tears . Slowly there grew a tender awe , Sun - like , o'er faces brown and hard , As if in him who read they felt and saw Some presence of the bard . It was a ...
... ears , His brook - like songs whom glory never weaned From humble smiles and tears . Slowly there grew a tender awe , Sun - like , o'er faces brown and hard , As if in him who read they felt and saw Some presence of the bard . It was a ...
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... ear ; My prying step would make him dumb , And the fair tree , his shelter , sear . 51 And long ago that Pan was dead ; ' T was but that fools preferred to bore Earth's rind inch - deep for truth in- stead . Pan leaps and pipes all ...
... ear ; My prying step would make him dumb , And the fair tree , his shelter , sear . 51 And long ago that Pan was dead ; ' T was but that fools preferred to bore Earth's rind inch - deep for truth in- stead . Pan leaps and pipes all ...
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... ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked at thee and smiled . Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years , Making a golden cloud of sorrow , A hope - lit rainbow out of tears ...
... ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked at thee and smiled . Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years , Making a golden cloud of sorrow , A hope - lit rainbow out of tears ...
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... ears ; I looked to see a monarch's guise , Nor dreamed thy love would knock for years , Poor , naked , fettered , full of tears . Yet , when I sent my love to thee , Thou , with a smile , didst take it in , And entertain❜dst it royally ...
... ears ; I looked to see a monarch's guise , Nor dreamed thy love would knock for years , Poor , naked , fettered , full of tears . Yet , when I sent my love to thee , Thou , with a smile , didst take it in , And entertain❜dst it royally ...
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40 cents Auf wiedersehen bird blue boughs brain breath breeze climb cloud dark daugh dear deep divine Don Quixote doth dream dumb ears earth eyes feel God's gold golden Grail grass happy hast hath Hawthorne's hear heart heaven heritage hill hold in fee Holy Holy Grail hushed JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John Lowell king KING ADMETUS leaf leper life's light lives Longfellow's look Lowell man's son inherits Miles Standish morning mused Nature neath nest never night o'er Poems poet poor poor man's son prose Riverside round sang seems shade shadow silence Singing Leaves Sir Launfal slaves smile snow song Song of Hiawatha soul stars summer sunshine sweet Sybaris tears tent thee thine things thou thought toil trees Twice-Told Tales Vanity Fair verse violet whisper wiedersehen wind wish to hold wonder wood woodland enchanted words Yussouf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 44 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to. be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Seite 102 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Seite 75 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark: With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Seite 50 - Is true Freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts, forget That we owe mankind a debt? No ! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free.
Seite 50 - And, looking upward fearfully, he saw Only a wolf that shrank away and ran, Ugly and fierce, to hide among the woods. 1 20 130 STANZAS ON FREEDOM ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave 1 If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed...
Seite 19 - THE DANDELION. 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, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
Seite 100 - GREAT Truths are portions of the soul of man ; Great souls are portions of Eternity ; Each drop of blood that e'er through true heart ran With lofty message, ran for thee and me ; For God's law, since the starry song began , Hath been, and still forevermore must be, That every deed which shall outlast Time's span Must goad the soul to be erect and free...
Seite 55 - THE FOUNTAIN INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in...
Seite 67 - Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door ; That is no true alms which the hand can hold ; He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty...
Seite 64 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.