The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Издање 514Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 страница |
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... Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world ? Why should we any more be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! O , ' t is a bitter and dreary word , The ...
... Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world ? Why should we any more be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! O , ' t is a bitter and dreary word , The ...
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... kind and good To me , since I ' ve been in the wood ; Ye have gone nigh to fill my 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 ...
... kind and good To me , since I ' ve been in the wood ; Ye have gone nigh to fill my 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 ...
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... kind . Hope is truth , -the future giveth More than present takes away , And the soul forever liveth Nearer God from day to day . " Not a word the maiden uttered , Fullest hearts are slow to speak , But a withered rose - leaf fluttered ...
... kind . Hope is truth , -the future giveth More than present takes away , And the soul forever liveth Nearer God from day to day . " Not a word the maiden uttered , Fullest hearts are slow to speak , But a withered rose - leaf fluttered ...
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... legends of them for the ears ofmen . All other glories are as falling stars , But universal Nature watches theirs : Such strength is won by love of human kind . Not that I feel that hunger after fame , Which 3 PROMETHEUS . 33.
... legends of them for the ears ofmen . All other glories are as falling stars , But universal Nature watches theirs : Such strength is won by love of human kind . Not that I feel that hunger after fame , Which 3 PROMETHEUS . 33.
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... kind . Never did Poesy appear So full of heaven to me , as when I saw how it would pierce through pride and fear To the lives of coarsest men . It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls , like ...
... kind . Never did Poesy appear So full of heaven to me , as when I saw how it would pierce through pride and fear To the lives of coarsest men . It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls , like ...
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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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