The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1897 - 492 страница |
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... DREAM - FANTASY . A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AN EMBER PICTURE To H. W. L. THE NIGHTINGALE IN THE STUDY IN THE TWILIGHT THE FOOT - PATH POEMS OF THE WAR . ODE READ AT THE ONE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIGHT AT CONCORD BRIDGE UNDER ...
... DREAM - FANTASY . A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AN EMBER PICTURE To H. W. L. THE NIGHTINGALE IN THE STUDY IN THE TWILIGHT THE FOOT - PATH POEMS OF THE WAR . ODE READ AT THE ONE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIGHT AT CONCORD BRIDGE UNDER ...
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... dream the so often recurring dream of having the earth put into my hand like an orange . In it I used to be shut up without a lamp , — my mother saying that none of her children should be afraid of the dark , to hide my head under the ...
... dream the so often recurring dream of having the earth put into my hand like an orange . In it I used to be shut up without a lamp , — my mother saying that none of her children should be afraid of the dark , to hide my head under the ...
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... dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! Oh , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words ...
... dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! Oh , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words ...
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... dream of bliss in store . Thou canst not see a shade in life ; With sunward instinct thou dost rise , And , leaving clouds below at strife , Gazest undazzled at the skies , With all their blazing splendors rife , A songful lark with ...
... dream of bliss in store . Thou canst not see a shade in life ; With sunward instinct thou dost rise , And , leaving clouds below at strife , Gazest undazzled at the skies , With all their blazing splendors rife , A songful lark with ...
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... dream ! O river , dim with distance , Flow thus forever by , A part of my existence Within your heart doth lie ! O stars , ye saw our meeting , Two beings and one soul , Two hearts so madly beating To mingle and be whole ! O happy night ...
... dream ! O river , dim with distance , Flow thus forever by , A part of my existence Within your heart doth lie ! O stars , ye saw our meeting , Two beings and one soul , Two hearts so madly beating To mingle and be whole ! O happy night ...
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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.