The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 550 страница |
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... the sunlight clear , Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly , Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly , So from his spirit wandered out Tendrils spreading all about , Of a true woman's soul bent down and But hath Threnodia.
... the sunlight clear , Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly , Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly , So from his spirit wandered out Tendrils spreading all about , Of a true woman's soul bent down and But hath Threnodia.
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... Hath in her heart wide room for all that be , Her heart that hath no secrets of its own , But open is as eglantine full blown . Cloudless forever is her brow serene , Speaking calm hope and trust within her , whence Welleth a noiseless ...
... Hath in her heart wide room for all that be , Her heart that hath no secrets of its own , But open is as eglantine full blown . Cloudless forever is her brow serene , Speaking calm hope and trust within her , whence Welleth a noiseless ...
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... hath not shrunk from evils of this life , strife , And all its sins and sorrows hath with- stood With lofty strength of patient woman- hood : For this I love her great soul more than all , That , being bound , like us , with earthly ...
... hath not shrunk from evils of this life , strife , And all its sins and sorrows hath with- stood With lofty strength of patient woman- hood : For this I love her great soul more than all , That , being bound , like us , with earthly ...
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... Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could see its shadow in the Rhine . Perchance some fair - haired German maid Hath plucked one from the selfsame stalk , And numbered over , half afraid , Its ...
... Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could see its shadow in the Rhine . Perchance some fair - haired German maid Hath plucked one from the selfsame stalk , And numbered over , half afraid , Its ...
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... hath no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart intwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so , And deeds ...
... hath no scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart intwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so , And deeds ...
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