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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... writing another . It was struck out from him by the revolt of his nature at the iniquity of slavery and the war into which slavery was dragging the nation . But he adds , " The success of my experiment soon began not only to astonish me ...
... writing another . It was struck out from him by the revolt of his nature at the iniquity of slavery and the war into which slavery was dragging the nation . But he adds , " The success of my experiment soon began not only to astonish me ...
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... writer , -a sagacity before the event , not after . Every page bears witness to the sanity with which he regarded ... writes in one letter , " whether he did not think suzerainty might be de- fined as ' leaving to a man the privilege of ...
... writer , -a sagacity before the event , not after . Every page bears witness to the sanity with which he regarded ... writes in one letter , " whether he did not think suzerainty might be de- fined as ' leaving to a man the privilege of ...
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... Freedom's principles Writes the death - warrant of all tyranny ; Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the heart , And his mere word makes despots tremble more Than ever Brutus with his dagger could . Wait for 26 EARLIER POEMS.
... Freedom's principles Writes the death - warrant of all tyranny ; Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the heart , And his mere word makes despots tremble more Than ever Brutus with his dagger could . Wait for 26 EARLIER POEMS.
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... writes to G. B. Loring , under date of June 15 , 1843 , on a still longer poem [ than Prometheus ] in the ottava rima , to be the first in my forthcoming volume . I feel more and more assured every day that I shall yet do something that ...
... writes to G. B. Loring , under date of June 15 , 1843 , on a still longer poem [ than Prometheus ] in the ottava rima , to be the first in my forthcoming volume . I feel more and more assured every day that I shall yet do something that ...
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... writes : " I have been very happy for the last day or two in writing a long poem in blank verse on Prometheus , the Greek arche- type of St. Simeon Stylites , the first reformer and locofoco of the Greek Mythology . It will be quite ...
... writes : " I have been very happy for the last day or two in writing a long poem in blank verse on Prometheus , the Greek arche- type of St. Simeon Stylites , the first reformer and locofoco of the Greek Mythology . It will be quite ...
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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...