The Poetical Works of James Russel LowellJ. R. Osgood, 1877 - 406 oldal |
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xvi. oldal
... 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 restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look ...
... 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 restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look ...
xxi. oldal
... face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than speak its sympa- thies ; • Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze , deep - drinking of the infinite , As , in the mid - watch of a clear , still ...
... face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to look than speak its sympa- thies ; • Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze , deep - drinking of the infinite , As , in the mid - watch of a clear , still ...
xxii. oldal
... face of daily mysteries ; · A love that blossoms soon , but ripens slowly To the full goldenness of fruitful prime , Enduring with a firmness that defies All shallow tricks of circumstance and time , By a sure insight knowing where to ...
... face of daily mysteries ; · A love that blossoms soon , but ripens slowly To the full goldenness of fruitful prime , Enduring with a firmness that defies All shallow tricks of circumstance and time , By a sure insight knowing where to ...
8. oldal
... face ablaze , Yearning to be but understood and loved . TO PERDITA , SINGING . THY voice is like a fountain , Leaping up in clear moonshine ; Silver , silver , ever mounting , Ever sinking , Without thinking , To that brimful heart of ...
... face ablaze , Yearning to be but understood and loved . TO PERDITA , SINGING . THY voice is like a fountain , Leaping up in clear moonshine ; Silver , silver , ever mounting , Ever sinking , Without thinking , To that brimful heart of ...
9. oldal
James Russell Lowell. While , through thy lips and face , arise The melodies from out thy breast ; She sits and sings , With folded wings And white arms crost , " Weep not for bygone things , They are not lost : The beauty which the ...
James Russell Lowell. While , through thy lips and face , arise The melodies from out thy breast ; She sits and sings , With folded wings And white arms crost , " Weep not for bygone things , They are not lost : The beauty which the ...
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The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell. Household Ed. Complete Ed James Russell Lowell Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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68. 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...
106. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
106. oldal - That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing,— And hark! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year, Tells all in his lusty crowing!
68. oldal - 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.
107. oldal - The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need : Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and Me.
106. 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...
68. oldal - ... Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Hast...
227. oldal - An' she looked full ez rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin'. 'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur, A dogrose blushin' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter. He was six foot o' man, A 1, Clear grit an' human natur' ; None couldn't quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter.
106. oldal - The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year; And the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees; The castle alone in the landscape lay Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray...
146. oldal - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...