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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... kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teach- ing makes , Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want of faith , that chills with sidelong eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon ...
... kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teach- ing makes , Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want of faith , that chills with sidelong eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon ...
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... Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world ? Why should we any more be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! Oh , ' t is a bitter and dreary word , The ...
... Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world ? Why should we any more be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! Oh , ' t is a bitter and dreary word , The ...
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... kind and good To me , since I've been in the wood ; Ye have gone nigh to fill my heart ; But good - by , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could ...
... kind and good To me , since I've been in the wood ; Ye have gone nigh to fill my heart ; But good - by , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could ...
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... kind . " Forth into the night he hurled it , And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it Swift into the hungry dark . Foam and spray drive back to leeward , And the gale , with dreary moan , Drifts the helpless ...
... kind . " Forth into the night he hurled it , And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it Swift into the hungry dark . Foam and spray drive back to leeward , And the gale , with dreary moan , Drifts the helpless ...
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... kind . — Hope is truth , - the future giveth More than present takes away , And the soul forever liveth Nearer God from day to day . " Not a word the maiden uttered , Fullest hearts are slow to speak , But a withered rose - leaf ...
... kind . — Hope is truth , - the future giveth More than present takes away , And the soul forever liveth Nearer God from day to day . " Not a word the maiden uttered , Fullest hearts are slow to speak , But a withered rose - leaf ...
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