The Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1885 - 472 oldal |
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... soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a natural , wise sincerity , A simple truthfulness , and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre ; So that no influence of earth can stir Her ...
... soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a natural , wise sincerity , A simple truthfulness , and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre ; So that no influence of earth can stir Her ...
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... soul revealing , Unto me bringeth blessing , and a feeling As when I read in God's own holy book . A graciousness in giving that doth make The small'st gift greatest , and a sense most meek Of worthiness , that doth not fear to take ...
... soul revealing , Unto me bringeth blessing , and a feeling As when I read in God's own holy book . A graciousness in giving that doth make The small'st gift greatest , and a sense most meek Of worthiness , that doth not fear to take ...
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... soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; - For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene , wherein to lay her head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman perfected . 1840 . SERENADE . FROM the ...
... soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; - For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene , wherein to lay her head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman perfected . 1840 . SERENADE . FROM the ...
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... soul is dear ; Her glorious fancies come from far , Beneath the silver evening - star , And yet her heart is ever near . II . Great feelings hath she of her own , Which lesser souls may never know ; God giveth them to her alone , And ...
... soul is dear ; Her glorious fancies come from far , Beneath the silver evening - star , And yet her heart is ever near . II . Great feelings hath she of her own , Which lesser souls may never know ; God giveth them to her alone , And ...
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... soul with joyous dread , The scent of every smallest flower That made thy heart sweet for an hour , Yea , every holy influence , Flowing to thee , thou knewest not whence , ་ In thine eyes to - day is seen , Fresh as it hath ever been ...
... soul with joyous dread , The scent of every smallest flower That made thy heart sweet for an hour , Yea , every holy influence , Flowing to thee , thou knewest not whence , ་ In thine eyes to - day is seen , Fresh as it hath ever been ...
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ain't aint beauty believe clear comes dark deep doth dream drop ears earth England eyes face faith fall fear feel folks give grow half hand happy hard hath head hear heard heart heaven hold hope John keep kind land leaves less letters light live look mean mind nature never night o'er once past poet poor present rest round seemed sense side sight silence sometimes soul sound speak spirit stand sure tell thee thet things thou thought true truth turn verse whole wind wonder write wrong Yankee young
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45. oldal - New occasions teach new duties : Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea. Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
86. 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 nevermore be sad and lone.
100. oldal - This water His blood that died on the tree ; 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 neighbour, and Me.
95. oldal - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
44. 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; 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.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
410. oldal - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
44. 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 thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
229. oldal - 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. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
134. oldal - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
x. oldal - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. 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.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Poetical Works |
| Szerző | James Russell Lowell |
| Kiadó | Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1885 |
| Eredeti forrása | Harvard Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2008. febr. 27. |
| Terjedelem | 472 oldal |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |