The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Издање 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 страница |
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... God's own holy book . A graciousness in giving that doth make The small'st gift greatest , and a sense most meek Of ... God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But ...
... God's own holy book . A graciousness in giving that doth make The small'st gift greatest , and a sense most meek Of ... God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But ...
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... God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurking , One God - built ...
... God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurking , One God - built ...
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... God is God and man is man ? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of home than this ? O yes ! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Where'er a human heart doth wear Joy's myrtle - wreath or gyves ...
... God is God and man is man ? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of home than this ? O yes ! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Where'er a human heart doth wear Joy's myrtle - wreath or gyves ...
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... God takes in , And fences them all round about With silence ' mid the world's loud din ; And one of his great charities Is Music , and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ; Far was she from her ...
... God takes in , And fences them all round about With silence ' mid the world's loud din ; And one of his great charities Is Music , and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ; Far was she from her ...
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... God , Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well - filled past ; A heritage , it seems to me , Well worth a life to hold in fee . THE ROSE : A BALLAD . I. In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea , " Take this rose ...
... God , Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well - filled past ; A heritage , it seems to me , Well worth a life to hold in fee . THE ROSE : A BALLAD . I. In his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea , " Take this rose ...
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Страница 152 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
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