The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell, Band 1James R. Osgood, 1871 - 637 Seiten |
Inhalt
| 1 | |
| 9 | |
| 16 | |
| 25 | |
| 32 | |
| 40 | |
| 46 | |
| 75 | |
| 86 | |
| 93 | |
| 110 | |
| 125 | |
| 156 | |
| 165 | |
| 190 | |
| 217 | |
| 242 | |
| 250 | |
| 252 | |
| 254 | |
| 256 | |
| 259 | |
| 262 | |
| 264 | |
| 266 | |
| 269 | |
| 271 | |
| 272 | |
| 281 | |
| 282 | |
| 283 | |
| 284 | |
| 285 | |
| 286 | |
| 287 | |
| 288 | |
| 289 | |
| 290 | |
| 291 | |
| 292 | |
| 293 | |
| 294 | |
| 295 | |
| 296 | |
| 297 | |
| 298 | |
| 303 | |
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou beauty behold beneath bless bliss blood blossom blue blue heaven calm Caucasus cloud cold dark dear death deep divine doth dread dream drops Dryad earth eternal Eurydice evermore eyes face faith fear feel feet flowers forever Freedom Ganymede gleam gloom glow God's gold golden green grew hands happy hast hath hear heart heaven holy Holy Grail hope hushed JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leap leaves life's light lonely look man's mighty mighty heart Mordred murmur nature neath never night o'er peace pine poet's poor Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed shadow Sheemah shiver shut sight silence sing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thrill toil trembling true truth Twas Vinland voice wander waves wind wings words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 163 - For Humanity sweeps onward: where to-day the martyr stands, { On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.
Seite 304 - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
Seite 125 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 160 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Seite 99 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Seite 162 - 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 313 - 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 205 - 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 164 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Loi before us gleam her camp-fires!
Seite 159 - ... is done for freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, and the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb to the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of time. Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, when the travail of the ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; at the birth of each new era, with a recognizing start, nation...