The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... natural features - but , then , one has no rest ; You just catch a glimpse of some ravishing dis- tance , When a jolt puts the whole of it out of existence , — Why not use their ears , if they happen to have any ? " -Here the laurel ...
... natural features - but , then , one has no rest ; You just catch a glimpse of some ravishing dis- tance , When a jolt puts the whole of it out of existence , — Why not use their ears , if they happen to have any ? " -Here the laurel ...
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... natural pace He follows as close as a stick to a rocket , His fingers exploring the prophet's each pocket . Fie , for shame , brother bard ; with good fruit of your own , Can't you let neighbor Emerson's orchards alone ? Besides , ' tis ...
... natural pace He follows as close as a stick to a rocket , His fingers exploring the prophet's each pocket . Fie , for shame , brother bard ; with good fruit of your own , Can't you let neighbor Emerson's orchards alone ? Besides , ' tis ...
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... natural grace of its own , And enough of it , too , if he'd let it alone ; But he twitches and jerks so , one fairly gets tired , And is forced to forgive where he might have ad- mired ; Yet whenever it slips away free and unlaced , It ...
... natural grace of its own , And enough of it , too , if he'd let it alone ; But he twitches and jerks so , one fairly gets tired , And is forced to forgive where he might have ad- mired ; Yet whenever it slips away free and unlaced , It ...
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... natural progress keep out of the Churches , And expected the lines they had drawn to prevail With the fast - rising tide to keep out of their pale ; They had formerly dammed the Pontifical See , And the same thing , they thought , would ...
... natural progress keep out of the Churches , And expected the lines they had drawn to prevail With the fast - rising tide to keep out of their pale ; They had formerly dammed the Pontifical See , And the same thing , they thought , would ...
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... natural gifts as a bard , Broke the strings of his lyre out by striking too hard , And cracked half the notes of a truly fine voice , Because song drew less instant attention than noise . Ah , men do not know how much strength is in ...
... natural gifts as a bard , Broke the strings of his lyre out by striking too hard , And cracked half the notes of a truly fine voice , Because song drew less instant attention than noise . Ah , men do not know how much strength is in ...
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Seite 171 - GUVENER B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks; He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes; — But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him, o...
Seite 60 - T is as if a rough oak that for ages had stood, With his gnarled bony branches like ribs of the wood, Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe, With a single anemone trembly and rathe...
Seite 150 - Freedom's airy Tell they're pupple in the face, — It's a grand gret cemetary Per the barthrights of our race; They jest want this Californy So's to lug new slave-states in To abuse ye, an' to scorn ye, An
Seite 104 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
Seite 171 - An' into nobody's tater-patch pokes : But John P. Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My ! ain't it terrible ? Wut shall we du ? We can't never choose him, o' course — thet 's flat ; Guess we shall hev to come round (don't you.
Seite 44 - C. labors to get at the centre, and then Take a reckoning from there of his actions and men ; E. calmly assumes the said centre as granted, And, given himself, has whatever is wanted.
Seite 172 - Polk, you know, he is our country. An' the angel thet writes all our sins in a book Puts the debit to him, an' to us the per contry; An' John P. Robinson he Sez this is his view o
Seite 72 - Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive More willing than he that his fellows should thrive; While you are abusing him thus, even now He would help either one of you out of a slough; You may say that...
Seite 81 - There's Holmes, who is matchless among you for wit ; A Leyden-jar always full-charged, from which flit The electrical tingles of hit after hit ; In long poems...
Seite 105 - He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha