The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1897 - 515 oldal |
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5. oldal
... half afraid , Its petals in ner evening walk . The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance , - Give me , old granite gray , Some of thy pensiveness serene , Some of thy never - dying green , Put in this scrip ...
... half afraid , Its petals in ner evening walk . The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance , - Give me , old granite gray , Some of thy pensiveness serene , Some of thy never - dying green , Put in this scrip ...
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... half - dazed fancy there , Can shape a giant in the air , No more I see his streaming hair , The writhing portent of his form ; The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare , And the last fragments of the storm , Like shattered ...
... half - dazed fancy there , Can shape a giant in the air , No more I see his streaming hair , The writhing portent of his form ; The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare , And the last fragments of the storm , Like shattered ...
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... half the cold she had not felt Until she saw this gush of light Spread warmly forth , and seem to melt Its slow way through the deadening night . She hears a woman's voice within , Singing sweet words her childhood knew , And years of ...
... half the cold she had not felt Until she saw this gush of light Spread warmly forth , and seem to melt Its slow way through the deadening night . She hears a woman's voice within , Singing sweet words her childhood knew , And years of ...
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... Half in hope and half in sorrow , Tracing words upon the sand : " Shall I ever then behold him Who hath been my life so long , Ever to this sick heart fold him , Be the spirit of his song ? Touch not , sea , the blessed letters I have ...
... Half in hope and half in sorrow , Tracing words upon the sand : " Shall I ever then behold him Who hath been my life so long , Ever to this sick heart fold him , Be the spirit of his song ? Touch not , sea , the blessed letters I have ...
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... half the globe to give them birth : Spirit supreme of Freedom ! not for this Did great Columbus tame his eagle soul To jostle with the daws that perch in courts ; Not for this , friendless , on an unknown sea , Coping with mad waves and ...
... half the globe to give them birth : Spirit supreme of Freedom ! not for this Did great Columbus tame his eagle soul To jostle with the daws that perch in courts ; Not for this , friendless , on an unknown sea , Coping with mad waves and ...
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69. oldal - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth...
111. 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.
83. oldal - 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, — thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
111. oldal - When he girt his young life up in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink And gave the leper to eat and drink...
10. oldal - THE FOUNTAIN 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 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...
400. oldal - His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in vapors blind; Broad prairie rather, genial, level-lined, Fruitful and friendly for all human kind, Yet also nigh to Heaven and loved of loftiest stars.
233. oldal - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in— There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser.
84. oldal - 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. How like a prodigal doth nature seem, When thou, for all thy gold, so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show, Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom...
107. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days, Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays...
110. oldal - But the wind without was eager and sharp, Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp, And rattles and wrings The icy strings, Singing, in dreary monotone, A Christmas carol of its own, Whose burden still, as he might guess, Was "Shelterless, shelterless, shelterless...