The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 492 Seiten The complete works from the 1844 Poems to Heartsease and Rue published in 1888 are critically introduced. |
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... DREAM - FANTASY . A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AN EMBER PICTURE THE NIGHTINGALE IN THE STUDY IN THE TWILIGHT THE FOOT - PATH POEMS OF THE WAR . THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD Two SCENES FROM THE LIFE BLONDEL MEMORIE POSITUM 275 • 277 ON ...
... DREAM - FANTASY . A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AN EMBER PICTURE THE NIGHTINGALE IN THE STUDY IN THE TWILIGHT THE FOOT - PATH POEMS OF THE WAR . THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD Two SCENES FROM THE LIFE BLONDEL MEMORIE POSITUM 275 • 277 ON ...
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... dream the so often recurring dream of having the earth put into my hand like an orange . In it I used to be shut up without a lamp , - my mother saying that none of her children should be afraid of the dark , to hide my head under the ...
... dream the so often recurring dream of having the earth put into my hand like an orange . In it I used to be shut up without a lamp , - my mother saying that none of her children should be afraid of the dark , to hide my head under the ...
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... dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! Oh , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a ...
... dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! Oh , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a ...
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... dream of bliss in store . Thou canst not see a shade in life ; With sunward instinct thou dost rise , And , leaving clouds below at strife , Gazest undazzled at the skies , With all their blazing splendors rife , A songful lark with ...
... dream of bliss in store . Thou canst not see a shade in life ; With sunward instinct thou dost rise , And , leaving clouds below at strife , Gazest undazzled at the skies , With all their blazing splendors rife , A songful lark with ...
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... dream ! O river , dim with distance , Flow thus forever by , A part of my existence Within your heart doth lie ! O stars , ye saw our meeting , Two beings and one soul , Two hearts so madly beating To mingle and be whole ! O happy night ...
... dream ! O river , dim with distance , Flow thus forever by , A part of my existence Within your heart doth lie ! O stars , ye saw our meeting , Two beings and one soul , Two hearts so madly beating To mingle and be whole ! O happy night ...
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agin ain't aint airth arter ATLANTIC MONTHLY beauty bein Biglow Biglow Papers brain dark dear deep divine doth dream ears earth England eyes faith fancy feel feller folks fust give God's gret hand happy hath hear heart heaven heerd hope Jaalam ketch kind larn leaves letter life's light live look Lowell mind Muse nater nature neath never night nothin o'er ollers once poem poet poor rhyme Rosaline round Sawin sech seemed silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song Sonnet soul spile spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree true truth turn twixt verse Vinland warn't Whig Wilbur wind wonder word wun't Yankee
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 107 - 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...
Seite 67 - Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne,— Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Seite 68 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis 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 107 - We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. 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...
Seite 292 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Seite 110 - 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 106 - Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie ; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.
Seite 55 - MEN ! 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 ? 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 ? Women!
Seite 109 - There was never a leaf on bush or tree, The bare boughs rattled shudderingly ; The river was dumb and could not speak, For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun ; A single crow on the tree-top bleak From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun...
Seite 108 - In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright It seemed the dark castle had gathered all Those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its wall In his siege of three hundred summers long...