Poems of James Russell Lowell: Containing The Vision of Sir Launfal, A Fable for Critics, The Biglow Papers, Under the Willows, and Other PoemsOxford University Press, 1917 - 630 страница |
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... less than loveth , scorning to be bound With fear of blame , and yet which ever hasteneth To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teaching makes Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want ...
... less than loveth , scorning to be bound With fear of blame , and yet which ever hasteneth To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teaching makes Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want ...
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... less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes . VIII She is a woman : one in whom The spring - time of her childish years Hath never lost its fresh perfume , Though knowing well that life hath room For many blights and many tears ...
... less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes . VIII She is a woman : one in whom The spring - time of her childish years Hath never lost its fresh perfume , Though knowing well that life hath room For many blights and many tears ...
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... less than clay . ' Ere I entered on my journey , As I girt my loins to start , Ran to me my little daughter , The beloved of my heart ; - ' In her hand she held a flower , Like to this as like may be , Which , beside my very threshold ...
... less than clay . ' Ere I entered on my journey , As I girt my loins to start , Ran to me my little daughter , The beloved of my heart ; - ' In her hand she held a flower , Like to this as like may be , Which , beside my very threshold ...
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... less and less , But widens to the boundless Perfectness . XVIII . THE SAME , CONTINUED THEREFORE think not the SONNETS 31.
... less and less , But widens to the boundless Perfectness . XVIII . THE SAME , CONTINUED THEREFORE think not the SONNETS 31.
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... less unworthy thanks , Whether , as now , we journey hand in hand , Or , parted in the body , yet are one In spirit and the love of holy things . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS A LEGEND OF BRITTANY PART FIRST I FAIR as a summer dream was Margaret ...
... less unworthy thanks , Whether , as now , we journey hand in hand , Or , parted in the body , yet are one In spirit and the love of holy things . MISCELLANEOUS POEMS A LEGEND OF BRITTANY PART FIRST I FAIR as a summer dream was Margaret ...
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afore agin ain't aint airth arter Atlantic Monthly beauty bein Biglow bobolink brain dark dear deep divine doth dream earth England eyes faith fancy feel feller folks fust give God's gret hand hath hear heart heaven heerd hope ib.-his idees Jaalam John ketch kind larn leaves letters life's light live look mind nater nature neath never niggers night nothin o'er ollers once poet poor preterite Rhoecus rhyme Rosaline round Sawin sech seems silent sing Sir Launfal slavery sogers song soul spiles spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee ther there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru true truth turn twixt verse warn't Wilbur wind wonder word wun't wuth Yankee
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