A Year's Life
C.C. Little and J. Brown, 1841 - 182 oldal
The complete manuscript of James Russell Lowell's A Year's Life. Includes a few poems that did not appear in the first edition of this poetry collection. The first stanza of "Fourth of July Ode" is lacking.
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Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
bear beautiful beneath bless blue breast bright calm child clear cold dark dear deep doth dream dwell earth earthly evermore eyes face fair faith fear feel float flow flowers forget fresh gentle give glad gleams golden gone grave green grow hair half hand happy hath hear heart Heaven holy Hope Isabel keep leaves less Life's light live lonely look meek memories mild mother's Nature never night o'er once peace pleasant Poet pure rest rise round seems seen sight silent singing sleep song soul speak spirit spring stars stream strong summer sweet sympathy tears tell thee thine thine eyes things thou art thoughts thy heart trees true truth unto voice wandering watch waters waves weep wind wings woman's
150. 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 never more be sad and lone.
81. 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. She is most fair, and thereunto Her life doth rightly harmonize ; Feeling or thought that was not true Ne'er made less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes.
79. oldal - NOT as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear ; Her glorious fancies come from far, Beneath the silver evening-star, And yet her heart is ever near. Great feelings hath she of her own, Which lesser souls may never know...
80. oldal - Great feelings hath she of her own, Which lesser souls may never know ; God giveth them to her alone, And sweet they are as any tone Wherewith the wind may choose to blow.
8. oldal - O stern word — Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must, He bore not to the grave. He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither, so his stay With us was short, and 't was 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 ! THE SIRENS.
159. oldal - I would not have this perfect love of ours Grow from a single root, a single stem, Bearing no goodly fruit, but only flowers That idly hide life's iron diadem : It should grow alway like that eastern tree Whose limbs take root and spread forth constantly ; That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, it is but a worthless thing.
107. oldal - A BEGGAR through the world am I, — From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For Christ's sweet sake and charity...
80. oldal - 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.
83. oldal - Which, by high tower and lowly mill, Goes wandering at its own will, And yet doth ever flow aright. And, on its full, deep breast serene, Like quiet isles my duties lie ; It flows around them and between, And makes them fresh and fair and green, Sweet homes wherein to live and die.