Miscellaneous poems. Memorial verses. Sonnets. I-XXVII. L'Envoi. Vision of Sir LaunfalTicknor and Fields, 1857 |
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46. oldal
... living that would serve his turn ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits wants , His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart , he hears the pants Of toiling hinds with ...
... living that would serve his turn ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits wants , His stomach craves for dainty fare ; With sated heart , he hears the pants Of toiling hinds with ...
51. oldal
... living fancies of her own , Where nought could come but visions of delight , Far , far aloof from earth's eternal moan : A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy light , Floating beneath the blue sky all alone , Her spirit wandered by ...
... living fancies of her own , Where nought could come but visions of delight , Far , far aloof from earth's eternal moan : A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy light , Floating beneath the blue sky all alone , Her spirit wandered by ...
71. oldal
... living element In all the church , so deep the stillness grew ; It seemed one might have heard it , as it went , Give out an audible rustle , curling through The midnight silence of that awe - struck air , More hushed than death ...
... living element In all the church , so deep the stillness grew ; It seemed one might have heard it , as it went , Give out an audible rustle , curling through The midnight silence of that awe - struck air , More hushed than death ...
82. oldal
... living still in the serene abyss , In every heaving shall partake , that grows From heart to heart among the sons of men , - As the ominous hum before the earthquake runs Far through the Egean from roused isle to isle , — Foreboding ...
... living still in the serene abyss , In every heaving shall partake , that grows From heart to heart among the sons of men , - As the ominous hum before the earthquake runs Far through the Egean from roused isle to isle , — Foreboding ...
132. oldal
... living thing that comforted the year ; But the bald pillar - top of Simeon , In midnight's blankest waste , were populous , Matched with the isolation drear and deep Of him who pines among the swarm of men , At once a new thought's king ...
... living thing that comforted the year ; But the bald pillar - top of Simeon , In midnight's blankest waste , were populous , Matched with the isolation drear and deep Of him who pines among the swarm of men , At once a new thought's king ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath bless bliss blood blossom blue blue heaven calm Caucasus cloud cold dark dear death deep doth dread dream drops Dryad earth eternal Eurydice evermore eyes face faith fall fear feel feet flowers forever Freedom Ganymede gleam gloom glow God's gold golden green grew hands happy hath hear heart heaven holy Holy Grail hope hushed JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leap leaves life's light lonely look man's mighty mighty heart Mordred murmur nature neath never night o'er peace pine poet's poor Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed shadow Sheemah shiver shut sight silence sing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrill toil trembling true truth Twas Vinland voice wander waves wind wings youth
Népszerű szakaszok
274. 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.
303. oldal - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list. And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
160. 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...
97. oldal - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
262. oldal - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man ; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean ;— Yet there the freedom of a race began. Help came but slowly; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less : What need of help ? He knew how types were set, He had a dauntless spirit, and a press.
163. oldal - Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.
46. oldal - Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, A rank adjudged by toil-.won merit, Content that from employment springs, A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
308. oldal - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
16. oldal - Blessing she is : God made her so ; And deeds of week-day holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow ; Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless.
116. oldal - ... work Is not born with him; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil ! The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set, Until occasion tells him what to do; And he who waits to have his task marked out Shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled. Our time is one that calls for earnest deeds...