The Poetical Works of James Russel LowellJ. R. Osgood, 1877 - 406 oldal |
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xvi. oldal
... land Where he was seen no more : 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 ...
... land Where he was seen no more : 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 ...
xxi. oldal
... land ; All around with a slumberous sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless ...
... land ; All around with a slumberous sound , The singing waves slide up the strand , And there , where the smooth , wet peb- bles be , The waters gurgle longingly , As if they fain would seek the shore , To be at rest from the ceaseless ...
5. oldal
... lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could see its shadow in the Rhine . Perchance some fair - haired German maid Hath plucked one from the selfsame stalk , And numbered over , half afraid , Its petals in her ...
... lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could see its shadow in the Rhine . Perchance some fair - haired German maid Hath plucked one from the selfsame stalk , And numbered over , half afraid , Its petals in her ...
13. oldal
... land Must string his harp with chords of sturdy iron And strike it with a toil - imbrowned hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with all her countless lives hath ...
... land Must string his harp with chords of sturdy iron And strike it with a toil - imbrowned hand ; One who hath dwelt with Nature well attended , Who hath learnt wisdom from her mystic books , Whose soul with all her countless lives hath ...
15. oldal
... lands , And piles of brick , and stone , and gold , And he inherits soft white hands , And tender flesh that fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . The ...
... lands , And piles of brick , and stone , and gold , And he inherits soft white hands , And tender flesh that fears the cold , Nor dares to wear a garment old ; A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce would wish to hold in fee . 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...