The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 656 страница |
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... grow in Who heeds not. II But now the Poet is an empty rhymer Oh , prophesy no more , but be the Poet ! This longing was but granted unto thee grass , And fits his singing , like a cunning timer , feel and know it , That beauty in its ...
... grow in Who heeds not. II But now the Poet is an empty rhymer Oh , prophesy no more , but be the Poet ! This longing was but granted unto thee grass , And fits his singing , like a cunning timer , feel and know it , That beauty in its ...
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James Russell Lowell. Sing ! there shall silence grow in Who heeds not how the lower For who shall bring the Maker's Where the encircling soul serene Which every age demands to do Who feels that God and Heaven's He who would be the ...
James Russell Lowell. Sing ! there shall silence grow in Who heeds not how the lower For who shall bring the Maker's Where the encircling soul serene Which every age demands to do Who feels that God and Heaven's He who would be the ...
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... grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my love remain below ! Oh , let her stay ! She is by birth What I through death must learn to be ; We need her more on our poor earth Than thou ...
... grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my love remain below ! Oh , let her stay ! She is by birth What I through death must learn to be ; We need her more on our poor earth Than thou ...
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... grown bolder , Kiss his moon - lit forehead bare . ' Life is joy , and love is power , Death all fetters doth unbind , Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our kind . Hope is truth , the future giveth More than present ...
... grown bolder , Kiss his moon - lit forehead bare . ' Life is joy , and love is power , Death all fetters doth unbind , Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our kind . Hope is truth , the future giveth More than present ...
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... growing , And knew that thou must fly . Now I can love thee truly , For nothing comes between The senses and the spirit , The seen and the unseen ; Lifts the eternal shadow , The silence bursts apart , And the soul's boundless future Is ...
... growing , And knew that thou must fly . Now I can love thee truly , For nothing comes between The senses and the spirit , The seen and the unseen ; Lifts the eternal shadow , The silence bursts apart , And the soul's boundless future Is ...
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