The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... waves of the sea Draw in and out of rocky rifts , Calling solemnly to thee With voices deep and hollow , - " To the shore Follow ! O , follow ! To be at rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! " Look how the gray old Ocean From the depth of ...
... waves of the sea Draw in and out of rocky rifts , Calling solemnly to thee With voices deep and hollow , - " To the shore Follow ! O , follow ! To be at rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! " Look how the gray old Ocean From the depth of ...
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... wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong ...
... wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong ...
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... waves its arms so lank and brown , Beckoning for thee ! Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark Into the cold depth of the sea ! Look down ! Look down ! Thus , on Life's lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near ...
... waves its arms so lank and brown , Beckoning for thee ! Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark Into the cold depth of the sea ! Look down ! Look down ! Thus , on Life's lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near ...
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... lightning flashes , The rapid hail clashes , The white waves are tumbling , And , in one baffled roar , Like the toothless sea mumbling A rock - bristled shore , The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling , — SUMMER STORM . 19.
... lightning flashes , The rapid hail clashes , The white waves are tumbling , And , in one baffled roar , Like the toothless sea mumbling A rock - bristled shore , The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling , — SUMMER STORM . 19.
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... still , Making its waters meet , As if by an unconscious will , For the moon's silver feet , So lay my soul within mine eyes When thou , its guardian moon , didst rise . And now , howe'er its waves above May toss and 26 THE MOON . •
... still , Making its waters meet , As if by an unconscious will , For the moon's silver feet , So lay my soul within mine eyes When thou , its guardian moon , didst rise . And now , howe'er its waves above May toss and 26 THE MOON . •
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angel heart art thou beauty beneath bless bliss blood blue breast calm Caucasus cloud cold dark dear death deep doth dread dream drops Dryad earth Eurydice evermore eyes face faith fall fear feel flowers forever Freedom glad gleam gloom glow God's golden green grew hair hands happy hath hear heaven hold in fee holy Holy Grail hope hushed KING ADMETUS leap leaves life's light lonely look man's meek mighty mighty heart moon Mordred murmur nature neath never night o'er Ostern peace pine poet's poor poor man's son Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed serene shadow shiver silence singing Sir Launfal smile song sorrow soul spirit stars summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrill thunder toil trembling truth voice wandered waves weary wind wings
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