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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... grow older , we grow the more willing to say , as Petrarca in Landor's Pentameron says to Boccaccio , ' We neither of us are such poets as we thought ourselves when we were younger . ' The Editor of this volume has not felt at liberty ...
... grow older , we grow the more willing to say , as Petrarca in Landor's Pentameron says to Boccaccio , ' We neither of us are such poets as we thought ourselves when we were younger . ' The Editor of this volume has not felt at liberty ...
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... growing consciousness of intellectual power disclosed to him . In his penetrating discrimination between talent and genius , he says profoundly : " The man of talents possesses them like so many tools , does his job with them , and ...
... growing consciousness of intellectual power disclosed to him . In his penetrating discrimination between talent and genius , he says profoundly : " The man of talents possesses them like so many tools , does his job with them , and ...
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... grown wings . Three years later , some of this same immaturity is discoverable , but along with the poems which ... growing consciousness of positive poetic power , and also those stirring Sonnets to Wendell Phillips and J. R. Giddings ...
... grown wings . Three years later , some of this same immaturity is discoverable , but along with the poems which ... growing consciousness of positive poetic power , and also those stirring Sonnets to Wendell Phillips and J. R. Giddings ...
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... grow in earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe and wondering ; For , listening gladly , bend the angels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seek- ing For who shall bring the Maker's ...
... grow in earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe and wondering ; For , listening gladly , bend the angels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seek- ing For who shall bring the Maker's ...
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... grown bolder , Kiss his moon - lit forehead bare . " Life is joy , and love is power , Death all fetters doth unbind , Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our kind . — Hope is truth , - the future giveth More than ...
... grown bolder , Kiss his moon - lit forehead bare . " Life is joy , and love is power , Death all fetters doth unbind , Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our kind . — Hope is truth , - the future giveth More than ...
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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...