The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1897 - 515 Seiten |
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... wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of ...
... wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of ...
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... wind on the sleepy marsh , And. WITH A PRESSED FLOWER . THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could see its shadow in the Rhine . Perchance some fair - haired German ...
... wind on the sleepy marsh , And. WITH A PRESSED FLOWER . THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could see its shadow in the Rhine . Perchance some fair - haired German ...
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... wind in leaves , which now decreases , Now lulls , now swells , and all the while increases , The huddling trample ... wind breathes low ; Slowly the circles widen on the river , Widen and mingle , one and all ; Here and there the ...
... wind in leaves , which now decreases , Now lulls , now swells , and all the while increases , The huddling trample ... wind breathes low ; Slowly the circles widen on the river , Widen and mingle , one and all ; Here and there the ...
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... wind- hurled pile , That seemed but now a league aloof , Bursts crackling o'er the sun - parched roof ; Against the windows the storm comes dashing , Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing , The blue lightning flashes , The ...
... wind- hurled pile , That seemed but now a league aloof , Bursts crackling o'er the sun - parched roof ; Against the windows the storm comes dashing , Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing , The blue lightning flashes , The ...
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... wind and sun ; The rain and the dew for thee took care ; It seemed thou never couldst be more fair . A lily thou ... winds from south and west With lullabies thine ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked ...
... wind and sun ; The rain and the dew for thee took care ; It seemed thou never couldst be more fair . A lily thou ... winds from south and west With lullabies thine ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked ...
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Seite 69 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth...
Seite 111 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Seite 83 - DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
Seite 111 - When he girt his young life up in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink And gave the leper to eat and drink...
Seite 10 - THE FOUNTAIN INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless...
Seite 400 - His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to Heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Seite 233 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in— 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 84 - And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears, When birds and flowers and I were happy peers. How like a prodigal doth nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom...
Seite 107 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days, Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays...
Seite 110 - But the wind without was eager and sharp, Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp, And rattles and wrings The icy strings, Singing, in dreary monotone, A Christmas carol of its own, Whose burden still, as he might guess, Was "Shelterless, shelterless, shelterless...