The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 422 Seiten |
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... never enter ; She hath a natural , wise sincerity , A simple truthfulness , and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre ; So that no influence of earth can stir Her steadfast courage , nor can take away The holy ...
... never enter ; She hath a natural , wise sincerity , A simple truthfulness , and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre ; So that no influence of earth can stir Her steadfast courage , nor can take away The holy ...
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... never withering ; - These are Irene's dowry , which no fate Can shake from their serene , deep - builded state . In - seeing sympathy is hers , which chas- teneth No less than loveth , scorning to be bound With fear of blame , and yet ...
... never withering ; - These are Irene's dowry , which no fate Can shake from their serene , deep - builded state . In - seeing sympathy is hers , which chas- teneth No less than loveth , scorning to be bound With fear of blame , and yet ...
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... never - dying green , Put in this scrip of mine , - That griefs may 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 , “ He loves me ...
... never - dying green , Put in this scrip of mine , - That griefs may 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 , “ He loves me ...
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... never weary counting Its clear droppings , lone and single , Or when in one full gush they mingle , Shooting in melodious light . Thine is music such as yields Feelings of old brooks and fields , And , around this pent - up room , Sheds ...
... never weary counting Its clear droppings , lone and single , Or when in one full gush they mingle , Shooting in melodious light . Thine is music such as yields Feelings of old brooks and fields , And , around this pent - up room , Sheds ...
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... never couldst be more fair . A lily thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud ; but O , how strange , How full of wonder was the change , When , ripe with all sweetness , thy full bloom burst ! How did the tears to my glad eyes ...
... never couldst be more fair . A lily thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud ; but O , how strange , How full of wonder was the change , When , ripe with all sweetness , thy full bloom burst ! How did the tears to my glad eyes ...
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Seite 107 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Seite 111 - This water His blood that died on the tree; 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 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 108 - ... 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 337 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Seite 336 - 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 68 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 68 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame; — In the gain or loss of one' race all the rest have equal claim.
Seite 109 - The leper raised not the gold from the dust : " Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door...
Seite 229 - em, danced 'em, druv 'em, Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells — All is, he could n't love 'em. But long o' her his veins 'ould run All crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o' sun Ez a south slope in Ap'il.