The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Издање 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 страница |
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... hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every rough- ness , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and content ; A simple , fireside thing , whose ...
... hand in hand , Through the every - dayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every rough- ness , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and content ; A simple , fireside thing , whose ...
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... hand To guide and to uphold an infant's steps : Great spirits need them not : their ear- nest look Pierces the ... hands crossed in joyful rest , While , through thy lips and face , arise The melodies from out thy breast ; She sits and ...
... hand To guide and to uphold an infant's steps : Great spirits need them not : their ear- nest look Pierces the ... hands crossed in joyful rest , While , through thy lips and face , arise The melodies from out thy breast ; She sits and ...
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... hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with all her countless lives hath blended , So that all beauty awes us in his looks ; Who not with body's waste his soul ...
... hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with all her countless lives hath blended , So that all beauty awes us in his looks ; Who not with body's waste his soul ...
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... hands , And tender flesh that fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old : A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath ...
... hands , And tender flesh that fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old : A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath ...
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... hand . But still the bee came back , and thrice again Rhocus did beat him off with growing wrath . Then through the window flew the wounded bee , And Rhocus , tracking him with angry eyes , Saw a sharp mountain - peak of Thessaly ...
... hand . But still the bee came back , and thrice again Rhocus did beat him off with growing wrath . Then through the window flew the wounded bee , And Rhocus , tracking him with angry eyes , Saw a sharp mountain - peak of Thessaly ...
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Страница 148 - 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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