The Vision of Sir Launfal: And Other PoemsMacmillan, 1900 - 126 pages |
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... called this society the " Band " ; the boys preferred to call it the " Club . " It was not so much a society as a friendship . The home of each was the home of all . 66 Among the ten there was the simplest and most absolute personal ...
... called this society the " Band " ; the boys preferred to call it the " Club . " It was not so much a society as a friendship . The home of each was the home of all . 66 Among the ten there was the simplest and most absolute personal ...
Page xxvii
... called A Year's Life . It included little of his best work . In fact , his genius had still to " find itself , " his writings were still imitative and experimental . Yet in this volume that of Threnodia , one finds such strong feeling ...
... called A Year's Life . It included little of his best work . In fact , his genius had still to " find itself , " his writings were still imitative and experimental . Yet in this volume that of Threnodia , one finds such strong feeling ...
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... called in the notes to significant variations of text in the vari- ous editions . Biographies of Lowell have been written by E. E. Brown and by F. H. Underwood . James Russell Lowell , an Address by G. W. Curtis , will be found ...
... called in the notes to significant variations of text in the vari- ous editions . Biographies of Lowell have been written by E. E. Brown and by F. H. Underwood . James Russell Lowell , an Address by G. W. Curtis , will be found ...
Page 57
... called him but a shiftless youth , In whom no good they saw ; And yet , unwittingly , in truth , They made his careless words their law . They knew not how he learned at all , For idly , hour by hour , He sat and watched the dead leaves ...
... called him but a shiftless youth , In whom no good they saw ; And yet , unwittingly , in truth , They made his careless words their law . They knew not how he learned at all , For idly , hour by hour , He sat and watched the dead leaves ...
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... called pentameter ; from the light beginning it is called iambic . Two lines , the first and fifth , do not begin with a light syllable . In this case , however , there are as many syllables as if they did , like the rest . The ...
... called pentameter ; from the light beginning it is called iambic . Two lines , the first and fifth , do not begin with a light syllable . In this case , however , there are as many syllables as if they did , like the rest . The ...
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VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL James Russell 1819-1891 Lowell,Frank Herbert 1858 Palmer No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 46 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Page 33 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Page 4 - Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, — 'Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
Page 15 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee; 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 neighbor,...
Page 12 - For another heir in his earldom sate; An old, bent man. worn out and frail, He came back from seeking the Holy Grail; Little he recked of his earldom's loss, No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross, But deep in his soul the sign he wore.
Page 86 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 3 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it...
Page 98 - And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much.
Page 78 - I know not how others saw her, But to me she was wholly fair, And the light of the heaven she came from Still lingered and gleamed in her hair ; For it was as wavy and golden, And as many changes took, As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples On the yellow bed of a brook.
Page 57 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.