Poems, 2. kötetTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1849 |
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22. oldal
... to look behind ; Of sight or sound he took no heed ; It seemed he was both deaf and blind . His dim face showed no soul beneath , Yet in my heart I felt a stir , As if I looked upon the sheath That once had 22 THE SOWER.
... to look behind ; Of sight or sound he took no heed ; It seemed he was both deaf and blind . His dim face showed no soul beneath , Yet in my heart I felt a stir , As if I looked upon the sheath That once had 22 THE SOWER.
91. oldal
... blind , gigantic doom . Suddenly the silence wavered Like a light mist in the wind , For a voice broke gently through it , Felt like sunshine by the blind , And the dread , like mist in sunshine , Furled THE CAPTIVE . 91.
... blind , gigantic doom . Suddenly the silence wavered Like a light mist in the wind , For a voice broke gently through it , Felt like sunshine by the blind , And the dread , like mist in sunshine , Furled THE CAPTIVE . 91.
110. oldal
... blind , their exodus , like Israel's of yore , Through a Red Sea is doomed to be , whose surges are of gore . " T is ours to save our brethren , with peace and love to win Their darkened hearts from error , ere they harden it to sin ...
... blind , their exodus , like Israel's of yore , Through a Red Sea is doomed to be , whose surges are of gore . " T is ours to save our brethren , with peace and love to win Their darkened hearts from error , ere they harden it to sin ...
146. oldal
... blind man's lids with clay . Life is the jailer , Death the angel sent To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free . - He flings not ope the ivory gate of Rest , - Only the fallen spirit knocks at that , But to benigner regions beckons ...
... blind man's lids with clay . Life is the jailer , Death the angel sent To draw the unwilling bolts and set us free . - He flings not ope the ivory gate of Rest , - Only the fallen spirit knocks at that , But to benigner regions beckons ...
174. oldal
... blind ; The brown ricks , snow - thatched by the storm in play , Show pearly breakers combing o'er their lee , White crests as of some just enchanted sea , Checked in their maddest leap and hanging poised mid- way . But when the eastern ...
... blind ; The brown ricks , snow - thatched by the storm in play , Show pearly breakers combing o'er their lee , White crests as of some just enchanted sea , Checked in their maddest leap and hanging poised mid- way . But when the eastern ...
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behold beneath bleak blood breath burning cloud crown dark dead pool deep doth dream drop Dryad dull dumb dust earth Eurydice eyes face faith feet flash Fortunate Isles Ganymede gleam gloom glory glow God's gold golden gray green grew grope hands happy happy days hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hebe holy Holy Grail hope Hunger and Cold hush idlesse JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Laocoön lean leap leaves legend life's light look Mayflower morning murmur naught nearer neath never night o'er Past pine poor prophet rain red sea round scattered seemed shadow sight silence singing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stands staves fall stood storm stretch summer sunshine tears thee thine thou thrill throne thy branches toil tower tree Truth twixt underneath the stars Vinland wall wander wind winter
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60. oldal - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
118. oldal - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
205. oldal - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
53. 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...
58. oldal - For Humanity sweeps onward : where to-day the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands ; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.
52. oldal - 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. / Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start, Nation wildly looks...
116. oldal - THE DANDELION. 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, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
56. oldal - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
59. 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.
193. 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...