The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1876 - 422 pages |
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... Grows from behind its black , clear - edged bound , No spot of dark the fountain keepeth , But , swift as opening eyelids , leapeth Into a waving silver flower . THE MOON . My soul was like the sea , Before the moon was made , Moaning ...
... Grows from behind its black , clear - edged bound , No spot of dark the fountain keepeth , But , swift as opening eyelids , leapeth Into a waving silver flower . THE MOON . My soul was like the sea , Before the moon was made , Moaning ...
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... grow in earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe and wondering ; For , listening gladly , bend the angels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III . Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seeking For one to bring the Maker's ...
... grow in earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe and wondering ; For , listening gladly , bend the angels , even , To hear a mortal like an angel sing . III . Among the toil - worn poor my soul is seeking For one to bring the Maker's ...
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... grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my love remain below ! O , let her stay ! She is by birth We need her more on our poor earth Than thou canst need in heaven with thee : She hath ...
... grown in purity Enough to enter thy pure clime , Then take me , I will gladly go , So that my love remain below ! O , let her stay ! She is by birth We need her more on our poor earth Than thou canst need in heaven with thee : She hath ...
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... grown bolder , Kiss his moon - lit forehead bare . " Life is joy , and love is power , Death all fetters doth unbind , Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our kind . Hope is truth , the future giveth More than present ...
... grown bolder , Kiss his moon - lit forehead bare . " Life is joy , and love is power , Death all fetters doth unbind , Strength and wisdom only flower When we toil for all our kind . Hope is truth , the future giveth More than present ...
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... Grown colored like the sky above , On which thou lookest ever , Can it know All the woe Of hope for what returneth never , All the sorrow and the longing To these hearts of ours belonging ? Out on it ! no foolish pining For the sky Dims ...
... Grown colored like the sky above , On which thou lookest ever , Can it know All the woe Of hope for what returneth never , All the sorrow and the longing To these hearts of ours belonging ? Out on it ! no foolish pining For the sky Dims ...
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Page 68 - 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.
Page 68 - 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 11 - ... starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine Thy element; Glorious fountain, Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant, Upward, like thee ! ODE IN the old days of awe and keen-eyed wonder,...
Page 386 - ... true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed. Who loved his charge but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by his clear-grained human worth. And brave old wisdom of sincerity! They knew that outward grace is dust ; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust.
Page 176 - s ben true to one party, — an' thet is himself;— So John P. Robinson he Sez he shall vote fer Gineral C. Gineral C. he goes in fer the war; He don't vally princerple more 'n an old cud; Wut did God make us raytional creeturs fer, But glory an' gunpowder, plunder an
Page 385 - Ah, there is something here Unfathomed by the cynic's sneer, Something that gives our feeble light A high immunity from Night, Something that leaps life's narrow bars To claim its birthright with the hosts of heaven ; A seed of sunshine that can leaven Our earthly dulness with the beams of stars, And glorify our clay With light from fountains elder than the Day...
Page 10 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
Page 44 - It seemed the loveliness of things Did teach him all their use, For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs, He found a healing power profuse. Men granted that his speech was wise, But, when a glance they caught Of his slim grace and woman's eyes, They laughed, and called him good-for-naught. Yet after he was dead and gone, And e'en his memory dim, Earth seemed more sweet to live upon, More full of love, because of him. And day by day more holy grew Each spot where he had trod, Till after-poets only...
Page 331 - I care not how men trace their ancestry, To ape or Adam ; let them please their whim ; But I in June am midway to believe A tree among my far progenitors, Such sympathy is mine with all the race, Such mutual recognition vaguely sweet There is between us.
Page 109 - The little brook heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams ; Slender and clear were his crystal spars As the...