The Poetical Works of James Russel LowellJ. R. Osgood, 1877 - 406 oldal |
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xxii. oldal
... kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teach- ing makes , Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want of faith , that chills with side- long eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon ...
... kind looks on the wound , If they be wounds which such sweet teach- ing makes , Giving itself a pang for others ' sakes ; No want of faith , that chills with side- long eye , Hath she ; no jealousy , no Levite pride That passeth by upon ...
5. oldal
... kind and good To me , since I've been in the wood ; Ye have gone nigh to fill my heart ; But good by , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could start ...
... kind and good To me , since I've been in the wood ; Ye have gone nigh to fill my heart ; But good by , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could start ...
16. oldal
... kind . " Forth into the night he hurled it , And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it Swift into the hungry dark . Foam and spray drive back to leeward , And the gale , with dreary moan , Drifts the helpless ...
... kind . " Forth into the night he hurled it , And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it Swift into the hungry dark . Foam and spray drive back to leeward , And the gale , with dreary moan , Drifts the helpless ...
18. oldal
... kind , Thou seemedst but to body A breath of summer wind . Into the eternal shadow That girds our life around , Into the infinite silence Wherewith Death's shore is bound , Thou hast gone forth , beloved ! And I were mean to weep , That ...
... kind , Thou seemedst but to body A breath of summer wind . Into the eternal shadow That girds our life around , Into the infinite silence Wherewith Death's shore is bound , Thou hast gone forth , beloved ! And I were mean to weep , That ...
31. oldal
... kind fai - She had no dreams of barter , asked not She that upon thy freezing threshold lies , Starved to. And all the outworks of his pride o'er- canie : Flooded he seemed with bright delicious pain , As if a star had burst within his ...
... kind fai - She had no dreams of barter , asked not She that upon thy freezing threshold lies , Starved to. And all the outworks of his pride o'er- canie : Flooded he seemed with bright delicious pain , As if a star had burst within his ...
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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...