The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Издање 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 страница |
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... heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the infant soul ( How mighty in the weakness Of its untutored meekness ! ) Peep timidly from out its nest , His lips , the while ...
... heart By that dear talisman , a mother's name , Sleeps all forgetful of its art ! I loved to see the infant soul ( How mighty in the weakness Of its untutored meekness ! ) Peep timidly from out its nest , His lips , the while ...
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... heart wide room for all that be , Her heart that hath no secrets of its own , - But open is as eglantine full blown . Cloudless forever is her brow serene , Speaking calm hope and trust within her , whence Welleth a noiseless spring of ...
... heart wide room for all that be , Her heart that hath no secrets of its own , - But open is as eglantine full blown . Cloudless forever is her brow serene , Speaking calm hope and trust within her , whence Welleth a noiseless spring of ...
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... heart of 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 ...
... heart of 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 ...
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... heart ; But good by , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could start , And so my journey's scarce begun . Heaven help me ! how could I forget To beg ...
... heart ; But good by , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could start , And so my journey's scarce begun . Heaven help me ! how could I forget To beg ...
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... heart , Smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit , As full of sunshine to our aged eyes As when it nursed the blossoms of our spring . Such is true Love , which steals into the heart With feet as silent as the lightsome dawn That ...
... heart , Smile on its ample stores of garnered fruit , As full of sunshine to our aged eyes As when it nursed the blossoms of our spring . Such is true Love , which steals into the heart With feet as silent as the lightsome dawn That ...
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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...
Страница 112 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Страница 111 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Страница 245 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Страница 152 - ... 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 ; His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty well, But...