The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1885 - 422 страница |
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... Poor windfalls of unripe experience , Young buds plucked hastily by childish hands Not patient to await more full - blown flowers , At least it hath seen more of life and men , And pondered more , and grown a shade more sad ; Yet with ...
... Poor windfalls of unripe experience , Young buds plucked hastily by childish hands Not patient to await more full - blown flowers , At least it hath seen more of life and men , And pondered more , and grown a shade more sad ; Yet with ...
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... poor , God blesses want with larger sympa- thies , Love enters gladliest at the humble door , And makes the cot a palace with his eyes ; - So Margaret's heart a softer beauty wore , And grew in gentleness and patience wise , For she was ...
... poor , God blesses want with larger sympa- thies , Love enters gladliest at the humble door , And makes the cot a palace with his eyes ; - So Margaret's heart a softer beauty wore , And grew in gentleness and patience wise , For she was ...
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... poor fallen by too much faith in man , Thou hast made prisoned virtue show more wan And haggard than a vice to look upon . IX . Now many months flew by , and weary grew To Margaret the sight of happy things ; Blight fell on all her ...
... poor fallen by too much faith in man , Thou hast made prisoned virtue show more wan And haggard than a vice to look upon . IX . Now many months flew by , and weary grew To Margaret the sight of happy things ; Blight fell on all her ...
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... Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine : Yet not those only ; love hath triumphed So , As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine : And yet , though thou be pure , the world is foe ...
... Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine : Yet not those only ; love hath triumphed So , As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine : And yet , though thou be pure , the world is foe ...
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... poor Margaret Watching and waiting there with love- lorn breast Around her young dream's rudely scat- tered nest . XXII . Why follow here that grim old chronicle Which counts the dagger - strokes and drops of blood ? Enough that ...
... poor Margaret Watching and waiting there with love- lorn breast Around her young dream's rudely scat- tered nest . XXII . Why follow here that grim old chronicle Which counts the dagger - strokes and drops of blood ? Enough that ...
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Страница 104 - ... our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing, — And hark! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year,...
Страница 64 - 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.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Страница 42 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race...
Страница 109 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid! In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee, This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need...
Страница 382 - In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust. His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to Heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
Страница 88 - The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment, Before the Present poor and bare Can make its sneering comment. Still, through our paltry stir and strife, Glows down the wished Ideal, And longing moulds in clay what Life Carves in the marble Real ; To let the new life in, we know, Desire must ope the portal ; — Perhaps the longing to be so Helps make the soul immortal.
Страница 5 - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair ; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise ; For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.
Страница 381 - Ah, there is something here Unfathomed by the cynic's sneer, Something that gives our feeble light A high immunity from Night, Something that leaps life's narrow bars To claim its birthright with the hosts of heaven ; A seed of sunshine that can leaven Our earthly dulness with the beams of stars, And glorify our clay With light from fountains elder than the Day...
Страница 52 - Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt ? No ! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And with heart and hand to be Earnest to make others free...
Страница 172 - s ben true to one party, — an' thet is himself ; — . So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war ; He don't vally principle more 'n an old cud ; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an