The poetical works of James Russell Lowell. Household ed. Complete edWard, Lock, Bowden and Company, 1882 |
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... feel , No grating on his vessel's keel ; A strip of silver sand Mingled the waters with the land Where he was seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary ...
... feel , No grating on his vessel's keel ; A strip of silver sand Mingled the waters with the land Where he was seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary ...
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... feel the touch of that soft palm , That ever seemed a new surprise Sending glad thoughts up to her eyes To bless him with their holy calm , - Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . How quiet are the hands That wove those ...
... feel the touch of that soft palm , That ever seemed a new surprise Sending glad thoughts up to her eyes To bless him with their holy calm , - Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . How quiet are the hands That wove those ...
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... feel , No grating on his vessel's keel ; A strip of silver sand Mingled the waters with the land Where he was seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary ...
... feel , No grating on his vessel's keel ; A strip of silver sand Mingled the waters with the land Where he was seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary ...
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James Russell Lowell. Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the ...
James Russell Lowell. Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the ...
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... feel- ing As when I read in God's own holy book . A graciousness in giving that doth make The small'st gift greatest , and a sense most meek Of worthiness , that doth not fear to take From others , but which always fears to speak Its ...
... feel- ing As when I read in God's own holy book . A graciousness in giving that doth make The small'st gift greatest , and a sense most meek Of worthiness , that doth not fear to take From others , but which always fears to speak Its ...
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Страница 122 - Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and Me.
Страница 259 - If I did despise the cause of my manservant or of my maid-servant when they contended with me, what then shall I do when God riseth up? and when he visiteth, what shall I answer him? Did not he that made me in the womb, make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?
Страница 435 - 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 117 - 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 flowers...
Страница 279 - It is a shameful and unblessed thing to take the scum of people, and wicked condemned men, to be the people with whom you plant; and not only so, but it spoileth the plantation; for they will ever live like rogues, and not fall to work, but be lazy, and do mischief, and spend victuals, and be quickly weary, and then certify over to their country to the discredit of the plantation.
Страница 256 - A-raspin' on the scraper, — All ways to once her feelin's flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat, Some doubtfle o' the sekle, His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle. An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
Страница 66 - 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 48 - No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will ; And blessed are the horny hands of toil ! The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set, Until occasion tells him what to do ; And he who waits to have his task marked out Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.
Страница 83 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Страница 83 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.