The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, 514. kiadásMacmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 oldal |
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... ear , " Here is rest and peace for thee ! " NANTASKET , July , 1840 . IRENÉ . HERS is a spirit deep , and crystal- clear ; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than ...
... ear , " Here is rest and peace for thee ! " NANTASKET , July , 1840 . IRENÉ . HERS is a spirit deep , and crystal- clear ; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than ...
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... ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world ...
... ear , In thy chamber thou sittest alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The world is happy , the world is wide , Kind hearts are beating on every side ; Ah , why should we lie so coldly curled Alone in the shell of this great world ...
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... ear- nest look Pierces the body's mask of thin dis- guise , And beauty ever is to them revealed , Behind the unshapeliest , meanest lump of clay , With arms outstretched and eager face ablaze , Yearning to be but understood and loved ...
... ear- nest look Pierces the body's mask of thin dis- guise , And beauty ever is to them revealed , Behind the unshapeliest , meanest lump of clay , With arms outstretched and eager face ablaze , Yearning to be but understood and loved ...
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... ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked at thee and smiled . Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years , Making a golden cloud of sorrow , A hope - lit rainbow out of tears ...
... ears beguiled , Rocking thee in thine oriole's nest , Till Nature looked at thee and smiled . Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years , Making a golden cloud of sorrow , A hope - lit rainbow out of tears ...
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... ears will find more clear My heavenly than my earthly speech ; And still , as I draw nigh to thee , Her soul and mine shall closer be . 1841 . THE HERITAGE . THE rich man's son inherits lands , And piles of brick , and stone , and gold ...
... ears will find more clear My heavenly than my earthly speech ; And still , as I draw nigh to thee , Her soul and mine shall closer be . 1841 . THE HERITAGE . THE rich man's son inherits lands , And piles of brick , and stone , and gold ...
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ain't aint beauty believe blood clear cold comes dark deep doth dream drop ears earth eyes face faith fall fear feel fire folks freedom give green grow half hand happy hard hath head hear heard heart heaven hold hope John keep kind land leaves less letter light live look mean mind nature never night o'er once past peace poet poor present rest round seemed sense shadow side sight silence sing soul sound speak spirit stand sure tell thee thet thine things thou thought true truth turn voice whole wind wonder wrong young
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107. oldal - 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...
98. oldal - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
56. oldal - 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.
73. oldal - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
107. oldal - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
148. oldal - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
108. oldal - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut 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...
107. oldal - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
241. oldal - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
148. oldal - ... with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching ; His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty well, But...