The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 492 страница The complete works from the 1844 Poems to Heartsease and Rue published in 1888 are critically introduced. |
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... hand of the schoolmaster , by its repres- sion , gave greater buoyancy to the spirit of the student when the comparative freedom of college followed . Lowell was in his sixteenth year when he entered Harvard College with the class which ...
... hand of the schoolmaster , by its repres- sion , gave greater buoyancy to the spirit of the student when the comparative freedom of college followed . Lowell was in his sixteenth year when he entered Harvard College with the class which ...
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... hand , this swift , direct penetration of the reality , which mark emphatically what I have characterized as Lowell's self - centred nature . He has told us that his brain re- quired a long brooding time ere it could hatch anything . He ...
... hand , this swift , direct penetration of the reality , which mark emphatically what I have characterized as Lowell's self - centred nature . He has told us that his brain re- quired a long brooding time ere it could hatch anything . He ...
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... hand a weapon , instead of the mere fencing stick I had sup- posed . . . . If I put on the cap and bells , and made myself one of the court fools of King Demos , it was less to make his Majesty laugh than to win a passage to his royal ...
... hand a weapon , instead of the mere fencing stick I had sup- posed . . . . If I put on the cap and bells , and made myself one of the court fools of King Demos , it was less to make his Majesty laugh than to win a passage to his royal ...
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... hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her place of birth , that she may 4 EARLIER POEMS.
... hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her place of birth , that she may 4 EARLIER POEMS.
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... hand in hand , Through the everydayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every flint , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and con- tent ; A simple , fireside thing , whose quiet ...
... hand in hand , Through the everydayness of this work- day world , Baring its tender feet to every flint , Yet letting not one heart - beat go astray From Beauty's law of plainness and con- tent ; A simple , fireside thing , whose quiet ...
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