The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 656 страница |
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... less forms , Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep , And only stir themselves in storms , Rising like islands from beneath , And snorting through the angry spray , 70 As the frail vessel perisheth In the ...
... less forms , Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep , And only stir themselves in storms , Rising like islands from beneath , And snorting through the angry spray , 70 As the frail vessel perisheth In the ...
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... less than loveth , scorning to be bound this life , But hath gone calmly forth into the strife , With fear of blame , and yet which And all its sins and sorrows hath ever hasteneth To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound , 60 If ...
... less than loveth , scorning to be bound this life , But hath gone calmly forth into the strife , With fear of blame , and yet which And all its sins and sorrows hath ever hasteneth To pour the balm of kind looks on the wound , 60 If ...
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... less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes . 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 while increases , The huddling ...
... less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes . 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 while increases , The huddling ...
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... less clay ; earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe and won- 110 dering ; For , listening gladly , bend the an- gels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seeking gusts are working ...
... less clay ; earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe and won- 110 dering ; For , listening gladly , bend the an- gels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seeking gusts are working ...
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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 , She ...
... 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 , She ...
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Страница 92 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Страница 138 - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean : Yet there the freedom of a race began. Help came but slowly ; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less : What need of help ? He knew how types were set, He had a dauntless spirit, and a press. Such earnest natures are the fiery pith. The compact nucleus, round which systems grow: Mass after mass becomes inspired therewith, And whirls impregnate...
Страница 143 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Страница 145 - But he who gives but a slender mite, And gives to that which is out of sight, That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty Which runs through all and doth all unite, — The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms, The heart outstretches its eager palms, For a god goes with it and makes it store To the soul that was starving in darkness before.
Страница 392 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.