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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... FALL 292 THREE MEMORIAL POEMS . THE SINGING LEAVES 293 SEAWEED . 294 THE FINDING OF THE LYRE 294 NEW YEAR'S EVE , 1850 FOR AN AUTOGRAPH AL FRESCO MASACCIO .295 295 295 1876 296 WITHOUT AND WITHIN . 297 ODE READ AT THE One Hundredth ...
... FALL 292 THREE MEMORIAL POEMS . THE SINGING LEAVES 293 SEAWEED . 294 THE FINDING OF THE LYRE 294 NEW YEAR'S EVE , 1850 FOR AN AUTOGRAPH AL FRESCO MASACCIO .295 295 295 1876 296 WITHOUT AND WITHIN . 297 ODE READ AT THE One Hundredth ...
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... fall of 1840 , and the next twelve years of his life were profoundly affected by her influence . Herself a poet of delicate power , she brought an intelligent sympathy with his work ; it was , how- ever , her strong moral enthusiasm ...
... fall of 1840 , and the next twelve years of his life were profoundly affected by her influence . Herself a poet of delicate power , she brought an intelligent sympathy with his work ; it was , how- ever , her strong moral enthusiasm ...
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... fall of 1840 . The gentle Una I have loved , The snowy maiden , pure and mild , Since ever by her side I roved Through ventures strange , a wondering child , In fantasy a Red Cross Knight Burning for her dear sake to fight . If there be ...
... fall of 1840 . The gentle Una I have loved , The snowy maiden , pure and mild , Since ever by her side I roved Through ventures strange , a wondering child , In fantasy a Red Cross Knight Burning for her dear sake to fight . If there be ...
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... fall like snow - flakes light , And deck me in a robe of white , Ready to be an angel bright , O sweetly mournful pine . A little of thy merriment , Of thy sparkling , light content , Give me , my cheerful brook , That I may still be ...
... fall like snow - flakes light , And deck me in a robe of white , Ready to be an angel bright , O sweetly mournful pine . A little of thy merriment , Of thy sparkling , light content , Give me , my cheerful brook , That I may still be ...
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... falling still it seems , and yet it climbs alway . Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid , One by ... fall . Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter , The wind is gathering in the west ; The upturned leaves first ...
... falling still it seems , and yet it climbs alway . Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid , One by ... fall . Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter , The wind is gathering in the west ; The upturned leaves first ...
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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...