The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 - 422 oldal |
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... sounds of earth and air Melt into one low voice alone , That murmurs over the weary sea , And seems to sing from everywhere , " Here mayst thou harbor peacefully , Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar ; Turn thy curved prow ashore ...
... sounds of earth and air Melt into one low voice alone , That murmurs over the weary sea , And seems to sing from everywhere , " Here mayst thou harbor peacefully , Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar ; Turn thy curved prow ashore ...
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... sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless roar , To be at rest forevermore ...
... sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless roar , To be at rest forevermore ...
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... sound , The stars are hid and the night is drear , The heart of silence throbs in thine 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 ...
... sound , The stars are hid and the night is drear , The heart of silence throbs in thine 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 ...
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... sound God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurk- ing , One God ...
... sound God's sea with earthly plummet , And find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurk- ing , One God ...
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... sound like sunshine glad had streamed Through that dark stillness , Rosaline ! And then , amid the silent night , I screamed with horrible delight , And in my brain an awful light Did seem to crackle , Rosaline ! It is my curse ! sweet ...
... sound like sunshine glad had streamed Through that dark stillness , Rosaline ! And then , amid the silent night , I screamed with horrible delight , And in my brain an awful light Did seem to crackle , Rosaline ! It is my curse ! sweet ...
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68. oldal - Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, — Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
68. 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, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
11. oldal - ... starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element; Glorious fountain, Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant, Upward, like thee ! ODE IN the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,...
386. oldal - ... true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed. Who loved his charge but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by his clear-grained human worth. And brave old wisdom of sincerity! They knew that outward grace is dust ; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust.
176. oldal - 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 princerple more 'n an old cud; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an
385. oldal - 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...
10. oldal - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
44. oldal - It seemed the loveliness of things Did teach him all their use, For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, He found a healing power profuse. Men granted that his speech was wise, But, when a glance they caught Of his slim grace and woman's eyes, They laughed, and called him good-for-naught. Yet after he was dead and gone, And e'en his memory dim, Earth seemed more sweet to live upon, More full of love, because of him. And day by day more holy grew Each spot where he had trod, Till after-poets only...
331. oldal - I care not how men trace their ancestry, To ape or Adam ; let them please their whim ; But I in June am midway to believe A tree among my far progenitors, Such sympathy is mine with all the race, Such mutual recognition vaguely sweet There is between us.
109. oldal - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams ; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the...