The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... short , and ' twas most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God : O blest word - Evermore ! 1839 . THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea 4 THRENODIA .
... short , and ' twas most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God : O blest word - Evermore ! 1839 . THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea 4 THRENODIA .
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James Russell Lowell. THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whither ; - Our little isle is green and breezy , Come and rest ...
James Russell Lowell. THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whither ; - Our little isle is green and breezy , Come and rest ...
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... loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A ...
... loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A ...
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... lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near , Ever singing full of fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is pleasant as a dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into ...
... lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near , Ever singing full of fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is pleasant as a dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into ...
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... lonely 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 ...
... lonely 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 ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath bless bliss blood blossom blue blue heaven calm Caucasus cloud cold dark dear death deep divine doth dread dream drops Dryad earth eternal Eurydice evermore eyes face faith 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
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125. oldal - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think : They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
309. oldal - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
99. oldal - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
305. 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...
309. oldal - 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...
115. oldal - Get but the truth once uttered, and 't is like A star newborn, that drops into its place, And which, once circling in its placid round, Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
16. oldal - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair ; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise ; For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.
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.
161. oldal - Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word; 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.
305. oldal - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well 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...