The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 - 422 страница |
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... John G. Palfrey To W. L. Garrison On the Death of C. T. Torrey Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing To the Memory of Hood THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL A FABLE FOR CRITICS THE BIGLOW PAPERS . FIRST SERIES . Notices of an Independent Press ...
... John G. Palfrey To W. L. Garrison On the Death of C. T. Torrey Elegy on the Death of Dr. Channing To the Memory of Hood THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL A FABLE FOR CRITICS THE BIGLOW PAPERS . FIRST SERIES . Notices of an Independent Press ...
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... Fire . Fancy's Casuistry 363 363 365 To Mr. John Bartlett 366 Ode to Happiness Villa Franca The Miner . · Gold Egg : A Dream - Fantasy 367 368 369 369 A Familiar Epistle to a Friend An Ember Picture To viii CONTENTS .
... Fire . Fancy's Casuistry 363 363 365 To Mr. John Bartlett 366 Ode to Happiness Villa Franca The Miner . · Gold Egg : A Dream - Fantasy 367 368 369 369 A Familiar Epistle to a Friend An Ember Picture To viii CONTENTS .
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... John the Baptist crying ; Far in the east I see upleap The streaks of first forewarning , And they who sowed the light shall reap The golden sheaves of morning . " Child of our travail and our woe , Light in our day of sorrow , Through ...
... John the Baptist crying ; Far in the east I see upleap The streaks of first forewarning , And they who sowed the light shall reap The golden sheaves of morning . " Child of our travail and our woe , Light in our day of sorrow , Through ...
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... JOHN G. PALFREY . THERE are who triumph in a losing cause , Who can put on defeat , as ' t were a wreath Unwithering in the adverse popular breath , Safe from the blasting demagogue's applause ; ' Tis they who stand for Freedom and ...
... JOHN G. PALFREY . THERE are who triumph in a losing cause , Who can put on defeat , as ' t were a wreath Unwithering in the adverse popular breath , Safe from the blasting demagogue's applause ; ' Tis they who stand for Freedom and ...
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... John , and feel nothing more than a half- comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed carelessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic ...
... John , and feel nothing more than a half- comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed carelessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic ...
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Страница 176 - s ben true to one party, — an' thet is himself;— So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war; He don't vally princerple more 'n an old cud; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an
Страница 385 - Ah, there is something here Unfathomed by the cynic's sneer, Something that gives our feeble light A high immunity from Night, Something that leaps life's narrow bars To claim its birthright with the hosts of heaven ; A seed of sunshine that can leaven Our earthly dulness with the beams of stars, And glorify our clay With light from fountains elder than the Day...
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