The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1897 - 492 страница |
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... brain . . . . In winter my view is a wide one , taking in a part of Boston . I can see one long curve of the Charles and the wide fields between me and Cambridge , and the flat marshes beyond the river , smooth and silent with glit ...
... brain . . . . In winter my view is a wide one , taking in a part of Boston . I can see one long curve of the Charles and the wide fields between me and Cambridge , and the flat marshes beyond the river , smooth and silent with glit ...
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... brain re- quired a long brooding time ere it could hatch anything . He was speaking of the matter of expression ; but the phrase is a fit one for his habitual temper . The superficial charge of indolence could apply only to his apparent ...
... brain re- quired a long brooding time ere it could hatch anything . He was speaking of the matter of expression ; but the phrase is a fit one for his habitual temper . The superficial charge of indolence could apply only to his apparent ...
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... brain ; I would have fled , But dared not leave thee , Rosaline ! The sun rolled down , and very soon , Like a great fire , the awful moon Rose , stained with blood , and then a swoon Crept chilly o'er me , Rosaline ! The stars came out ...
... brain ; I would have fled , But dared not leave thee , Rosaline ! The sun rolled down , and very soon , Like a great fire , the awful moon Rose , stained with blood , and then a swoon Crept chilly o'er me , Rosaline ! The stars came out ...
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... brain . XXV Such power hath beauty and frank inno- cence : A flower bloomed forth , that sunshine glad to bless , Even from his love's long leafless stem ; the sense Of exile from Hope's happy realm grew less , And thoughts of childish ...
... brain . XXV Such power hath beauty and frank inno- cence : A flower bloomed forth , that sunshine glad to bless , Even from his love's long leafless stem ; the sense Of exile from Hope's happy realm grew less , And thoughts of childish ...
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... brain like ice ; A skeleton hand seemed clutching at my heart , And a sharp chill , as if a dank night fog Suddenly closed me in , was all I felt : And then , methought , I heard a freezing sigh , A long , deep , shivering sigh , as ...
... brain like ice ; A skeleton hand seemed clutching at my heart , And a sharp chill , as if a dank night fog Suddenly closed me in , was all I felt : And then , methought , I heard a freezing sigh , A long , deep , shivering sigh , as ...
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Страница 69 - Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne,— Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Страница 69 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница xvi - 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 302 - I could not sleep for the cold, I had fire enough in my brain, And builded, with roofs of gold. My beautiful castles in Spain! Since then I have toiled day and night, I have money and power good store, But I'd give all my lamps of silver bright For the one that is mine no more.
Страница 108 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay: Then, as the touch of his loved instrument « Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Страница 144 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Страница 46 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Страница 113 - The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, ! For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Страница 111 - Like herds of startled deer. But the wind without was eager and sharp, Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp, And rattles and wrings The icy strings, Singing, in dreary monotone, A Christmas carol of its own, Whose burden still, as he might guess, Was " Shelterless, shelterless, shelterless...
Страница 111 - With lightsome green of ivy and holly; Through the deep gulf of the chimney wide Wallows the Yule-log's roaring tide; The broad flame-pennons droop and flap And belly and tug as a flag in the wind; Like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap, Hunted to death in its galleries blind; And swift little troops of silent sparks, Now pausing, now scattering away as in fear, Go threading the soot-forest's tangled darks Like herds of startled deer.