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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... look out on the Charles River winding its way among the marshes . The house itself is one of a group which before the war for independence be- longed to Boston merchants and officers of the crown , most of whom refused to take the side ...
... look out on the Charles River winding its way among the marshes . The house itself is one of a group which before the war for independence be- longed to Boston merchants and officers of the crown , most of whom refused to take the side ...
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... Look how the gray old Ocean From the depth of his heart rejoices , Heaving with a gentle motion , When he hears our ... Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned ...
... Look how the gray old Ocean From the depth of his heart rejoices , Heaving with a gentle motion , When he hears our ... Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned ...
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... look than speak its sympathies ; Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze , deep - drinking of the infinite , As , in the mid - watch of a clear , still night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . Unto me bringeth blessing ...
... look than speak its sympathies ; Far down into her large and patient eyes I gaze , deep - drinking of the infinite , As , in the mid - watch of a clear , still night , I look into the fathomless blue skies . Unto me bringeth blessing ...
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... Look ! look ! that livid flash ! And instantly follows the rattling thunder , As if some cloud - crag , split asunder , Fell , splintering with a ruinous crash , On the Earth , which crouches in silence under ; And now a solid gray wall ...
... Look ! look ! that livid flash ! And instantly follows the rattling thunder , As if some cloud - crag , split asunder , Fell , splintering with a ruinous crash , On the Earth , which crouches in silence under ; And now a solid gray wall ...
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... looks them down With the o'ercoming faith that still for- gives ; A love that shall be new and fresh each hour , As is the ... look Pierces the body's mask of thin disguise , And beauty ever is to them revealed , Behind the unshapeliest ...
... looks them down With the o'ercoming faith that still for- gives ; A love that shall be new and fresh each hour , As is the ... look Pierces the body's mask of thin disguise , And beauty ever is to them revealed , Behind the unshapeliest ...
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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...
Page 292 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
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...