The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Osgood, 1879 - 422 oldal |
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xxii. oldal
... 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 side- long 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 side- long eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon ...
5. oldal
... 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 start ...
... 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 start ...
16. oldal
... 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 ...
18. oldal
... kind , Thou seemedst but to body A breath of summer wind . Into the eternal shadow That girds our life around , Into the infinite silence Wherewith Death's shore is bound , Thou hast gone forth , beloved ! And I were mean to weep , That ...
... kind , Thou seemedst but to body A breath of summer wind . Into the eternal shadow That girds our life around , Into the infinite silence Wherewith Death's shore is bound , Thou hast gone forth , beloved ! And I were mean to weep , That ...
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... kind away , With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove , And conquered , — and their spirits turned to clay : Lo ! how they wander round the world , their grave , Whose ever - gaping maw by such is fed , Gibbering at living men ...
... kind away , With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove , And conquered , — and their spirits turned to clay : Lo ! how they wander round the world , their grave , Whose ever - gaping maw by such is fed , Gibbering at living men ...
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380. oldal - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all' are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame. The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
106. oldal - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
105. oldal - To be some happy creature's palace ; 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...
105. 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...
64. oldal - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
79. oldal - He's true to God who's true to man ; wherever wrong is done, To the humblest and the weakest, neath the allbeholding sun, That wrong is also done to us ; and they are slaves most base, Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race.
380. oldal - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old-World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
221. oldal - Mebby to mean yes an' say no Comes nateral to women. He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t' other, An' on which one he felt the wust He could n't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, "I'd better call agin"; Says she, "Think likely, Mister"; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an
330. oldal - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
79. oldal - DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.