The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 656 страница |
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... SONG . TO M. L. 13 ALLEGRA .. 13 THE FOUNTAIN . 14 XIV . ON READING WORDS- ODE THE FATHERLAND THE FORLORN MIDNIGHT A PRAYER THE HERITAGE . THE ROSE A BALLAD LET ! ' SONG , VIOLET ! SWEET VIO- ROSALINE . A REQUIEM A PARABLE • SONG , O ...
... SONG . TO M. L. 13 ALLEGRA .. 13 THE FOUNTAIN . 14 XIV . ON READING WORDS- ODE THE FATHERLAND THE FORLORN MIDNIGHT A PRAYER THE HERITAGE . THE ROSE A BALLAD LET ! ' SONG , VIOLET ! SWEET VIO- ROSALINE . A REQUIEM A PARABLE • SONG , O ...
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... song , And gushing harmonies , Had he but tarried with us long ! Oh stern word - Nevermore ! How peacefully they rest , Crossfolded there Upon his little breast , Those small , white hands that ne'er were still before , 50 aright 19 ...
... song , And gushing harmonies , Had he but tarried with us long ! Oh stern word - Nevermore ! How peacefully they rest , Crossfolded there Upon his little breast , Those small , white hands that ne'er were still before , 50 aright 19 ...
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... song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words , - Listen ! Oh , listen ! Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full - blossomed trees , At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned ; - So ...
... song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words , - Listen ! Oh , listen ! Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full - blossomed trees , At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned ; - So ...
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... brightening , And loud and long Again the thunder shouts 70 80 His battle - song , One quivering flash , One wildering crash , Followed by silence dead and dull , Its thirst of blessing , but , in all of SUMMER STORM 9.
... brightening , And loud and long Again the thunder shouts 70 80 His battle - song , One quivering flash , One wildering crash , Followed by silence dead and dull , Its thirst of blessing , but , in all of SUMMER STORM 9.
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... SONG TO M. L. A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud not opened quite , That hourly grew more pure and white , By morning , and noontide , and evening nursed : In all of nature thou hadst thy share ; Thou wast waited on ...
... SONG TO M. L. A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud not opened quite , That hourly grew more pure and white , By morning , and noontide , and evening nursed : In all of nature thou hadst thy share ; Thou wast waited on ...
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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.