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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... FAIR IN VAIN 99 • · XH . SUB PONDERE CRESCIT XIII . BELOVED , IN THE NOISY 66 CITY HERE 99 XIV . ON READING WORDS- WORTH'S SONNETS IN DE- FENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISH- MENT XV . THE SAME CONTINUED XVI . THE SAME CONTINUED XVII . THE SAME ...
... FAIR IN VAIN 99 • · XH . SUB PONDERE CRESCIT XIII . BELOVED , IN THE NOISY 66 CITY HERE 99 XIV . ON READING WORDS- WORTH'S SONNETS IN DE- FENCE OF CAPITAL PUNISH- MENT XV . THE SAME CONTINUED XVI . THE SAME CONTINUED XVII . THE SAME ...
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... fair - haired German maid Hath plucked one from the selfsame stalk , And numbered over , half afraid , Its petals in her evening walk . " He loves me , loves me not , " she cries ; " He loves me more than earth or heaven ! " And then ...
... fair - haired German maid Hath plucked one from the selfsame stalk , And numbered over , half afraid , Its petals in her evening walk . " He loves me , loves me not , " she cries ; " He loves me more than earth or heaven ! " And then ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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James Russell Lowell, Horace Elisha Scudder. And makes them fresh and fair and green , Sweet homes wherein to live and die . SUMMER STORM UNTREMULOUS in the river clear , Toward the sky's image , hangs the imaged bridge ; So still the ...
James Russell Lowell, Horace Elisha Scudder. And makes them fresh and fair and green , Sweet homes wherein to live and die . SUMMER STORM UNTREMULOUS in the river clear , Toward the sky's image , hangs the imaged bridge ; So still the ...
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... fair . A lily thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud ; but oh , how strange , How full of wonder was the change , When , ripe with all sweetness , thy full bloom burst ! How did the tears to my glad eyes start , When the woman ...
... fair . A lily thou wast when I saw thee first , A lily - bud ; but oh , how strange , How full of wonder was the change , When , ripe with all sweetness , thy full bloom burst ! How did the tears to my glad eyes start , When the woman ...
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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...
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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...