The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1896 - 492 страница |
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... heaven - like there- in , - Too wise , too meek , too womanly , to sin . Like a lone star through riven storm- clouds seen By sailors , tempest - tost upon the sea , Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star ...
... heaven - like there- in , - Too wise , too meek , too womanly , to sin . Like a lone star through riven storm- clouds seen By sailors , tempest - tost upon the sea , Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star ...
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... Heaven help me ! how could I forget To beg of thee , dear violet ! Some of thy modesty , That blossoms here as well , unseen , As if before the world thou ' dst been , Oh , give , to strengthen me . MY LOVE Nor as all other women are Is ...
... Heaven help me ! how could I forget To beg of thee , dear violet ! Some of thy modesty , That blossoms here as well , unseen , As if before the world thou ' dst been , Oh , give , to strengthen me . MY LOVE Nor as all other women are Is ...
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... Heaven - implanted types Of good and beauty in the soul of man , And traces , in the simplest heart that beats , A family - likeness to its chosen one , That claims of it the rights of brotherhood . For love is blind but with the ...
... Heaven - implanted types Of good and beauty in the soul of man , And traces , in the simplest heart that beats , A family - likeness to its chosen one , That claims of it the rights of brotherhood . For love is blind but with the ...
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... heaven , drink and find the rest they A silence of deep awe and wondering ; For , listening gladly , bend the angels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seek- ing For who shall bring ...
... heaven , drink and find the rest they A silence of deep awe and wondering ; For , listening gladly , bend the angels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seek- ing For who shall bring ...
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... heaven wide and free ! Is it alone where freedom is , Where God is God and man is man ? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of home than this ? Oh yes ! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Where'er ...
... heaven wide and free ! Is it alone where freedom is , Where God is God and man is man ? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of home than this ? Oh yes ! his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Where'er ...
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Страница 53 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Страница 104 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Страница 65 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 342 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
Страница 53 - Men! Whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed?
Страница 107 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the lashes of light that trim the stars: He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight; Sometimes his tinkling waters slipt...
Страница 106 - My golden spurs now bring to me, And bring to me my richest mail, For to-morrow I go over land and sea In search of the Holy Grail; Shall never a bed for me be spread, Nor shall a pillow be under my head, Till I begin my vow to keep; Here on the rushes will I sleep, And perchance there may come a vision true Ere day create the world anew.
Страница 342 - Life may be given in many ways, And loyalty to Truth be sealed As bravely in the closet as the field, So bountiful is Fate; But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her. To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds. Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
Страница 105 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; 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...
Страница 342 - And some iunative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait, Safe in himself as in a fate. So always firmly he: He knew to bide his time, And can his fame abide, Still patient in his simple faith sublime, Till the wise years decide.