The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 492 pages The complete works from the 1844 Poems to Heartsease and Rue published in 1888 are critically introduced. |
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... BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO THE HON . JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM 181 No. II . A LETTER FROM MR . HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE HON . J. T. BUCKINGHAM · No. III . WHAT MR . ROBINSON No. IV . REMARKS OF D. O'PHACE , Esq .. No. V. THE DEBATE • 172 174 183 187 ...
... BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO THE HON . JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM 181 No. II . A LETTER FROM MR . HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE HON . J. T. BUCKINGHAM · No. III . WHAT MR . ROBINSON No. IV . REMARKS OF D. O'PHACE , Esq .. No. V. THE DEBATE • 172 174 183 187 ...
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... BIGLOW TO THE EDITOR OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY . No. XI . MR . HOSEA BIGLOW'S SPEECH IN MARCH MEETING . . UNDER THE WILLOWS AND OTHER POEMS . GOLD EGG : A DREAM - FANTASY . A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AN EMBER PICTURE THE NIGHTINGALE ...
... BIGLOW TO THE EDITOR OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY . No. XI . MR . HOSEA BIGLOW'S SPEECH IN MARCH MEETING . . UNDER THE WILLOWS AND OTHER POEMS . GOLD EGG : A DREAM - FANTASY . A FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A FRIEND AN EMBER PICTURE THE NIGHTINGALE ...
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... BIGLOW PAPERS II . GLOSSARY TO THE BIGLOW PAPERS III . INDEX TO THE BIGLOW PAPERS 460 IV . NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS . V. A CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF MR . INDEX OF FIRST LINES • 438 441 • 458 . 410 INDEX OF TITLES . • 471 . 481 · • 485 C 489 ...
... BIGLOW PAPERS II . GLOSSARY TO THE BIGLOW PAPERS III . INDEX TO THE BIGLOW PAPERS 460 IV . NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS . V. A CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF MR . INDEX OF FIRST LINES • 438 441 • 458 . 410 INDEX OF TITLES . • 471 . 481 · • 485 C 489 ...
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... Biglow of Jalaam to the Hon . Joseph T. Buckingham , editor of the Boston Courier , enclosing a poem of his son , Mr. Hosea Big- low . It was no new thing to seek to arrest the public attention with the vernacular applied to public ...
... Biglow of Jalaam to the Hon . Joseph T. Buckingham , editor of the Boston Courier , enclosing a poem of his son , Mr. Hosea Big- low . It was no new thing to seek to arrest the public attention with the vernacular applied to public ...
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... Biglow Papers . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL. THERE are who triumph in a losing cause , Who can put on defeat , as ' t were a wreath Unwithering in the adverse popular breath , Safe from the blasting demagogue's ap- plause ; ' Tis they who ...
... Biglow Papers . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL. THERE are who triumph in a losing cause , Who can put on defeat , as ' t were a wreath Unwithering in the adverse popular breath , Safe from the blasting demagogue's ap- plause ; ' Tis they who ...
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Page 107 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays...
Page 67 - 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 - 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 107 - 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. 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...
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Page 110 - 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, and me.
Page 106 - Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie ; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.
Page 55 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed ? Women!
Page 109 - There was never a leaf on bush or tree, The bare boughs rattled shudderingly ; The river was dumb and could not speak, For the weaver Winter its shroud had spun ; A single crow on the tree-top bleak From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun...
Page 108 - In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright It seemed the dark castle had gathered all Those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its wall In his siege of three hundred summers long...