The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a ...
... dream ; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew , The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! O , listen ! Here is a gush of many streams , A song of many birds , And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a ...
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... dream of bliss in store . Thou canst not see a shade in life ; With sunward instinct thou dost rise , And , leaving clouds below at strife , Gazest undazzled at the skies , With all their blazing splendors rife , A songful lark with ...
... dream of bliss in store . Thou canst not see a shade in life ; With sunward instinct thou dost rise , And , leaving clouds below at strife , Gazest undazzled at the skies , With all their blazing splendors rife , A songful lark with ...
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... dreaming cock doth crow . All things look strange and mystic , The very bushes swell And take wild shapes and motions , As if beneath a spell , - They seem not the same lilacs From childhood known so well . The snow of deepest silence O ...
... dreaming cock doth crow . All things look strange and mystic , The very bushes swell And take wild shapes and motions , As if beneath a spell , - They seem not the same lilacs From childhood known so well . The snow of deepest silence O ...
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... dream was Margaret , - Such dream as in a poet's soul might start , Musing of old loves while the moon doth set : Her hair was not more sunny than her heart , Though like a natural golden coronet It circled her dear head with careless ...
... dream was Margaret , - Such dream as in a poet's soul might start , Musing of old loves while the moon doth set : Her hair was not more sunny than her heart , Though like a natural golden coronet It circled her dear head with careless ...
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... dream of lovelorn looks , And stir a thrilling mystery in her blood More trembly secret than Aurora's tear Shed in the bosom of an eglaterre ? IX Full many a sweet forewarning hath the mind , Full many a whispering of vague desire . Ere ...
... dream of lovelorn looks , And stir a thrilling mystery in her blood More trembly secret than Aurora's tear Shed in the bosom of an eglaterre ? IX Full many a sweet forewarning hath the mind , Full many a whispering of vague desire . Ere ...
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Page 125 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think : They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 309 - 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...
Page 99 - 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 305 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 309 - 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...
Page 115 - Get but the truth once uttered, and 't is like A star newborn, that drops into its place, And which, once circling in its placid round, Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
Page 16 - 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.
Page 163 - Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.
Page 161 - Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word; 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 305 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...