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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... Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and ... tell Something I've often told to thee . But here at home , where we were born , Thou wilt find blossoms just as ...
... Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and ... tell Something I've often told to thee . But here at home , where we were born , Thou wilt find blossoms just as ...
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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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... Pour forth thy hope , thy fear , thy love , thy wonder , And 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 12 EARLIER POEMS.
... Pour forth thy hope , thy fear , thy love , thy wonder , And 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 12 EARLIER POEMS.
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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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... tell , That the great soul shall once again be free , For high , and yet more high , the murmurs swell Of inward strife for truth and liberty . XIII BELOVED , in the noisy city here , The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease ...
... tell , That the great soul shall once again be free , For high , and yet more high , the murmurs swell Of inward strife for truth and liberty . XIII BELOVED , in the noisy city here , The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease ...
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