The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea ; Or , in the loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only ...
... night to see Nothing but the blood - red moon Go up and down into the sea ; Or , in the loneliness of day , To see the still seals only Solemnly lift their faces gray , Making it yet more lonely ? Is it not better , than to hear Only ...
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... night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . So circled lives she with Love's holy light , That from the shade of self she walketh free ; The garden of her soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a ...
... night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . So circled lives she with Love's holy light , That from the shade of self she walketh free ; The garden of her soul still keepeth she An Eden where the snake did never enter ; She hath a ...
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... night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine - trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is blown , Under thy window I sing alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The darkness is pressing coldly around , The ...
... night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine - trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is blown , Under thy window I sing alone , Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! The darkness is pressing coldly around , The ...
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... night Rude tempest - shock and withering blight , - That I may keep at bay The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance , ― Give me , old granite gray Some of thy pensiveness serene , Some of thy never - dying ...
... night Rude tempest - shock and withering blight , - That I may keep at bay The changeful April sky of chance And the strong tide of circumstance , ― Give me , old granite gray Some of thy pensiveness serene , Some of thy never - dying ...
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... night Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes ; A love that gives and takes , that seeth faults , Not with flaw - seeking eyes like needle points , But loving - kindly ever looks them down With the o'ercoming faith of meek forgiveness ; A ...
... night Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes ; A love that gives and takes , that seeth faults , Not with flaw - seeking eyes like needle points , But loving - kindly ever looks them down With the o'ercoming faith of meek forgiveness ; A ...
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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...
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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...