The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... What was writ so passing bright . And yet , alas ! she knew not why , Her voice would falter in its song , VOL . I. i And tears would slide from out her eye , Silent MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Threnodia A Glance behind the Curtain Song.
... What was writ so passing bright . And yet , alas ! she knew not why , Her voice would falter in its song , VOL . I. i And tears would slide from out her eye , Silent MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Threnodia A Glance behind the Curtain Song.
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... Silent , as they were doing wrong . O stern word - Nevermore ! The tongue that scarce had learned to claim An entrance to a mother's heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the ...
... Silent , as they were doing wrong . O stern word - Nevermore ! The tongue that scarce had learned to claim An entrance to a mother's heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the ...
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... silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the ...
... silence throbs in thine ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the ...
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... silence passes Of some slow water - rat , whose sinuous glide Wavers the long green sedge's shade from side to side ; But up the west , like a rock - shivered surge , Climbs a great cloud edged with sun - whitened spray ; Huge whirls of ...
... silence passes Of some slow water - rat , whose sinuous glide Wavers the long green sedge's shade from side to side ; But up the west , like a rock - shivered surge , Climbs a great cloud edged with sun - whitened spray ; Huge whirls of ...
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... silence under ; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape , mile by mile For a breath's space I see the blue wood again , And , ere the next heart - beat , the wind - hurled pile , That seemed but now a league aloof ...
... silence under ; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape , mile by mile For a breath's space I see the blue wood again , And , ere the next heart - beat , the wind - hurled pile , That seemed but now a league aloof ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 206 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, 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.
Страница 314 - 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.
Страница 47 - What doth the poor man's son inherit" ? Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, A rank adjudged by-toil-won merit, Content that from employment springs, A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
Страница 96 - Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth. Within the hearts of all men lie These promises of wider bliss, Which blossom into hopes that cannot die, In sunny hours like this. All that hath been majestical In life or death, since time began, Is native in the simple heart of all, The angel heart of man.
Страница 115 - No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil I The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set.
Страница 125 - 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!
Страница 97 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Страница 161 - Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word; 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.
Страница 304 - 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; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And...