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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... Sometimes the heart of God takes in , And fences them all round about With silence mid the world's loud din ; And one of his great charities Is Music , and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ...
... Sometimes the heart of God takes in , And fences them all round about With silence mid the world's loud din ; And one of his great charities Is Music , and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ...
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... sometime come to all , for it is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood . PART SECOND I As one who , from the sunshine and the green , Enters the solid darkness of a cave , Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen May yawn before him ...
... sometime come to all , for it is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood . PART SECOND I As one who , from the sunshine and the green , Enters the solid darkness of a cave , Nor knows what precipice or pit unseen May yawn before him ...
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... sometimes : or Margaret mournfully Gazed on him full of doubt , as one who tries To crush belief that does love injury ; Then she would wring her hands , but soon again Love's patience glimmered out through cloudy pain . XXVI Meanwhile ...
... sometimes : or Margaret mournfully Gazed on him full of doubt , as one who tries To crush belief that does love injury ; Then she would wring her hands , but soon again Love's patience glimmered out through cloudy pain . XXVI Meanwhile ...
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... sometimes from Hell's abysses freed Flap darkly by him , with enormous sweep Of wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep . XLII ' I am a mother , -spirits do not shake This much of earth from them , and I must pine Till I can feel his ...
... sometimes from Hell's abysses freed Flap darkly by him , with enormous sweep Of wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep . XLII ' I am a mother , -spirits do not shake This much of earth from them , and I must pine Till I can feel his ...
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... sometimes we seem to find , In a dark crevice of the mind , Some relic , which , long pondered o'er , Hints faintly at a life before . A RAILROAD CAR Slowly there grew a tender awe , Sun - like , o'er faces brown and hard , As if in him ...
... sometimes we seem to find , In a dark crevice of the mind , Some relic , which , long pondered o'er , Hints faintly at a life before . A RAILROAD CAR Slowly there grew a tender awe , Sun - like , o'er faces brown and hard , As if in him ...
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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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Страница 154 - 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!" The voice of the seneschal flared like a torch As he shouted the wanderer away from the porch, And he sat in the gateway and saw all night The great hall-fire, so cheery and bold, Through the window-slits of the castle old, Build out its piers of ruddy light Against the drift of...
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