The poetical works of James Russell Lowell. Household edHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 |
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... Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene , wherein to lay her head , Earth's noblest thing ...
... Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene , wherein to lay her head , Earth's noblest thing ...
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... tell Something I've often told to thee . But here at home , where we were born , Thou wilt find flowers just as true , Down - bending every summer morn , With freshness of New - England dew . For Nature , ever kind to love , Hath ...
... tell Something I've often told to thee . But here at home , where we were born , Thou wilt find flowers just as true , Down - bending every summer morn , With freshness of New - England dew . For Nature , ever kind to love , Hath ...
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... Tell of the singing of the bird Whose music stilled thy boyish play . " Thy voice is like a fountain , Twinkling up in sharp starlight , When the moon behind the mountain Dims the low East with faintest white , Ever darkling , Ever ...
... Tell of the singing of the bird Whose music stilled thy boyish play . " Thy voice is like a fountain , Twinkling up in sharp starlight , When the moon behind the mountain Dims the low East with faintest white , Ever darkling , Ever ...
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... tell the age what all its signs have meant . Where'er thy wildered crowd of brethren jostles , Where'er there lingers but a shadow of wrong , There still is need of martyrs and apos- tles , There still are texts for never - dying song ...
... tell the age what all its signs have meant . Where'er thy wildered crowd of brethren jostles , Where'er there lingers but a shadow of wrong , There still is need of martyrs and apos- tles , There still are texts for never - dying song ...
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... tell my deadly sin To hell and heaven , Rosaline ! But no voice came , and then it seemed , That , if the very corpse had screamed , The sound like sunshine glad had streamed Through that dark stillness , Rosaline ! And then , amid the ...
... tell my deadly sin To hell and heaven , Rosaline ! But no voice came , and then it seemed , That , if the very corpse had screamed , The sound like sunshine glad had streamed Through that dark stillness , Rosaline ! And then , amid the ...
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Страница 336 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Страница 56 - 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 68 - Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, — Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
Страница 386 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes ; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Страница 108 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Страница 108 - Tis the natural way of living. Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Страница 68 - 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. And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 111 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Страница 337 - 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.