Poems, 1. kötetTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1849 |
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40. oldal
James Russell Lowell. XXXVIII . " O Rest , to weary hearts thou art most dear ! O Silence , after life's bewildering din , Thou art most welcome , whether in the sear Days of our age thou comest , or we win Thy poppy - wreath in youth ...
James Russell Lowell. XXXVIII . " O Rest , to weary hearts thou art most dear ! O Silence , after life's bewildering din , Thou art most welcome , whether in the sear Days of our age thou comest , or we win Thy poppy - wreath in youth ...
53. oldal
... thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whither ; Our little isle is green and breezy , Come and rest thee ! O , come hither ! Come to this peaceful home of ours , Where evermore The low west - wind creeps panting up the shore To be ...
... thou art weary , Wandering thou knowest not whither ; Our little isle is green and breezy , Come and rest thee ! O , come hither ! Come to this peaceful home of ours , Where evermore The low west - wind creeps panting up the shore To be ...
70. oldal
... art thou made a god of , thou poor type Of anger , and revenge , and cunning force ? True Power was never born of brutish Strength , Nor sweet Truth suckled at the shaggy dugs Of that old she - wolf . Are thy thunderbolts , That quell ...
... art thou made a god of , thou poor type Of anger , and revenge , and cunning force ? True Power was never born of brutish Strength , Nor sweet Truth suckled at the shaggy dugs Of that old she - wolf . Are thy thunderbolts , That quell ...
71. oldal
James Russell Lowell. When thine is finished , thou art known no more : There is a higher purity than thou , And higher purity is greater strength ; Thy nature is thy doom , at which thy heart Trembles behind the thick wall of thy might ...
James Russell Lowell. When thine is finished , thou art known no more : There is a higher purity than thou , And higher purity is greater strength ; Thy nature is thy doom , at which thy heart Trembles behind the thick wall of thy might ...
77. oldal
James Russell Lowell. Behold thy destiny ! Thou think'st it much That I ... art The bungling workmanship of fear , the block That awes the swart ... Thou and all strength shall crumble , except Love , By whom , and for whose glory , ye ...
James Russell Lowell. Behold thy destiny ! Thou think'st it much That I ... art The bungling workmanship of fear , the block That awes the swart ... Thou and all strength shall crumble , except Love , By whom , and for whose glory , ye ...
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age to age art thou beauty beneath bless bliss blue blue heaven breast BRITTANY calm Caucasus dark dead dear death deep divine doom doth dread dream earth earthly eternal evermore face faith fear feel flowers freedom gentle glad gleams golden green grew hand happy hath hear heard heaven hold in fee holy hope instinct JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL KING ADMETUS leap light lonely look love's lyre man's son inherit Margaret meek mighty mighty heart moon Mordred murmured nature neath never night o'er peace pine poet's poets poor poor man's son Rhocus Rosaline round scarce scorn seemed serene shadow shut silent sing smile song sorrow soul spirit starry stars sunshine sweet thee thine eyes things thou art thought thy heart toil trembled true truth tyrants unto voice wandered wave weary wigwam wind wings words
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195. oldal - ... soul to shine, And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage, it seems to me, Worth being poor to hold in fee. Both, heirs to some six feet of sod, Are equal in the earth at last; Both, children of the same dear God, Prove title to your heirship vast By record of a well-filled past ; A heritage, it seems to me, Well worth a life to hold in fee. THE ROSE: A BALLAD IN his tower sat the poet Gazing on the roaring sea, " Take this rose," he sighed, " and throw it Where there's none that loveth...
220. 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.
129. 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.
222. oldal - GREAT Truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of Eternity; Each drop of blood that e'er through true heart ran With lofty message, ran for thee and me; For God's law, since the starry song began, Hath been, and still forevermore must be, That every deed which shall outlast Time's span Must spur the soul to be erect and free...
108. oldal - For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower. 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.
118. oldal - ... ignorance, Found in it even a moment's fitful rest. There is an instinct in the human heart Which makes that all the fables it hath coined, To justify the reign of its belief And strengthen it by beauty's right divine, Veil in their inner cells a mystic gift, Which, like the hazel twig, in faithful hands, Points surely to the hidden springs of truth.
121. oldal - Rhcecus had a faithful heart enough, But one that in the present dwelt too much, And, taking with blithe welcome whatsoe'er Chance gave of joy, was wholly bound in that, Like the contented peasant of a vale, Deemed it the world, and never looked beyond. So, haply meeting in the afternoon Some comrades who were playing at the dice, 100 He joined them, and forgot all else beside.
114. oldal - All thoughts that mould the age begin Deep down within the primitive soul, And from the many slowly upward win To one who grasps the whole...
205. oldal - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave...
200. oldal - Truth needs no champions : in the infinite deep Of everlasting Soul her strength abides, From Nature's heart her mighty pulses leap, Through Nature's veins her strength, undying tides. Peace is more strong than war, and gentleness, Where force were vain, makes conquest o'er the wave; And love lives on and hath a power to bless, When they who loved are hidden in the grave.