The Vision of Sir Launfal, and Other PoemsMifflin, 1905 - 113 pages A narrative poem about a proud medieval knight who spends his life seeking abroad for the Holy Grail in vain, only to find it at home when he humbly gives a crust of bread and cup of water to a leper. |
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... MEMORIÆ POSITUM • MR . HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE EDITOR OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY . THE FIRST SNOW - FALL THE CHANGELING THE FOOT - PATH ALADDIN 55 1875 59 74 F 858 % 87 77 83 ! 1 88 AIDS TO THE STUDY OF THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL.
... MEMORIÆ POSITUM • MR . HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE EDITOR OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY . THE FIRST SNOW - FALL THE CHANGELING THE FOOT - PATH ALADDIN 55 1875 59 74 F 858 % 87 77 83 ! 1 88 AIDS TO THE STUDY OF THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL.
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... snow . What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow ? 80 85 90 95 PART FIRST I " My golden spurs now bring to me , And bring to me my richest mail , For to - morrow I go over land and sea In search of the Holy Grail ...
... snow . What wonder if Sir Launfal now Remembered the keeping of his vow ? 80 85 90 95 PART FIRST I " My golden spurs now bring to me , And bring to me my richest mail , For to - morrow I go over land and sea In search of the Holy Grail ...
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... snow five thousand summers old ; 168. In Beaver Brook are the lines , " To see how Beauty underlies Forevermore each form of use , " and in The Oak the lines Lord ! all Thy works are lessons ; each contains Some emblem of man's all ...
... snow five thousand summers old ; 168. In Beaver Brook are the lines , " To see how Beauty underlies Forevermore each form of use , " and in The Oak the lines Lord ! all Thy works are lessons ; each contains Some emblem of man's all ...
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... Snow - flakes come whisperin ' on the pane " suggest , without parallelling , the description of winter given here . 181. In An Indian - Summer Reverie is a description of the river in " smooth plate - armor , " " By the frost's ...
... Snow - flakes come whisperin ' on the pane " suggest , without parallelling , the description of winter given here . 181. In An Indian - Summer Reverie is a description of the river in " smooth plate - armor , " " By the frost's ...
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... snow , but there is nowhere an imitation or a borrowed phrase . The true poet catches the very spirit and life from another man's work and thus enriches his own imagination . The resemblance that arises thus is elusive and difficult to ...
... snow , but there is nowhere an imitation or a borrowed phrase . The true poet catches the very spirit and life from another man's work and thus enriches his own imagination . The resemblance that arises thus is elusive and difficult to ...
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anti-slavery beautiful Beaver Brook bird blood bobolink brave Cambridge castle CHARLES RUSSELL LOWELL Christ climb day in June dear description of June divine doth dream dust earth Elmwood expression eyes faint feel Ferris Greenslet figure Freedom Harvard College hath heart heaven hidden meaning Holy Grail Hosea Biglow illustrations imagination improvisation incident Indian-Summer Reverie influence inspiration James Russell Lowell King Arthur knight leper letter light lines literature living Lowell's memory mind mountain musing narrative nature noble North Countree NOTE o'er parallel personified phrase plot poem poet poet's poetic point of view poor Prelude prose purpose quest reader romance round scene Second seems siege Sinai Sir Launfal slave snow soul spirit spring stanza story summer sunshine sweet T. W. Higginson thee theme thet things Thomas Chestre thou thought tion trees truth verse Vision of Sir wind winter winter palace wood words Wordsworth
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Page 26 - 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; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Page 28 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust. Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just. Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside. Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Page 4 - We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. 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...
Page 4 - Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it...
Page 31 - 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.
Page 66 - 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.
Page 9 - As the lashes of light that trim the stars : He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight...
Page 3 - 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...
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 6 - 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...