The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... thoughts XI . " There never yet was flower V. To the spirit of Keats .... VI . " Great Truths are portions of the soul ... thought our love at full " . 297 L'Envoi . The Vision of Sir Launfal . 298 303 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THRENODIA ...
... thoughts XI . " There never yet was flower V. To the spirit of Keats .... VI . " Great Truths are portions of the soul ... thought our love at full " . 297 L'Envoi . The Vision of Sir Launfal . 298 303 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THRENODIA ...
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... thoughts were brooding in those eyes , That would have soared like strong - winged birds Far , far , into the skies ... thoughts up to her eyes To bless him with their holy calm , - Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . THRENODIA .
... thoughts were brooding in those eyes , That would have soared like strong - winged birds Far , far , into the skies ... thoughts up to her eyes To bless him with their holy calm , - Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . THRENODIA .
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James Russell Lowell. Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . How quiet are the hands That wove those pleasant bands ! But that they do not rise and sink With his calm breathing , I should think That he were dropped asleep . Alas ...
James Russell Lowell. Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . How quiet are the hands That wove those pleasant bands ! But that they do not rise and sink With his calm breathing , I should think That he were dropped asleep . Alas ...
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... thought would almost seem to be How to make glad one lowly human hearth ; For with a gentle courage she doth strive In thought and word and feeling so to live As to make earth next heaven ; and her heart Herein doth show its most ...
... thought would almost seem to be How to make glad one lowly human hearth ; For with a gentle courage she doth strive In thought and word and feeling so to live As to make earth next heaven ; and her heart Herein doth show its most ...
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... thought that was not true Ne'er made less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes . VIII . She is a woman : one in whom The spring - time of her childish years Hath never lost its fresh perfume , Though knowing well that life ...
... thought that was not true Ne'er made less beautiful the blue Unclouded heaven of her eyes . VIII . She is a woman : one in whom The spring - time of her childish years Hath never lost its fresh perfume , Though knowing well that life ...
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art thou beauty behold beneath bless bliss blood blossom blue blue heaven calm Caucasus cloud cold dark dear death deep divine doth dread dream drops Dryad earth eternal Eurydice evermore eyes face faith fear feel feet flowers forever Freedom Ganymede gleam gloom glow God's gold golden green grew hands happy hath hear heart heaven holy Holy Grail hope hushed JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leap leaves life's light lonely look man's mighty mighty heart Mordred murmur nature neath never night o'er peace pine poet's poor Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed shadow Sheemah shiver shut sight silence sing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars stood summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought thrill toil trembling true truth Twas Vinland voice wander waves wind wings youth
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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 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...
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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...