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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... Rounded with leafy gracefulness , Old oak , give me , That the world's blasts may round me blow , And I yield gently to and fro , While my stout - hearted trunk below And firm - set roots unshaken be . Some of thy stern , unyielding ...
... Rounded with leafy gracefulness , Old oak , give me , That the world's blasts may round me blow , And I yield gently to and fro , While my stout - hearted trunk below And firm - set roots unshaken be . Some of thy stern , unyielding ...
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... round , And , sudden - slow , its solemn power Grows from behind its black , clear - edged bound , No spot of dark the fountain keepeth , But , swift as opening eyelids , leapeth Into a waving silver flower . THE MOON My soul was like ...
... round , And , sudden - slow , its solemn power Grows from behind its black , clear - edged bound , No spot of dark the fountain keepeth , But , swift as opening eyelids , leapeth Into a waving silver flower . THE MOON My soul was like ...
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... ours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth , As if thy natal stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth . And thou , to lull thine infant rest , Wast ΙΟ EARLIER POEMS REMEMBERED MUSIC SONG TO M L ALLEGRA.
... ours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth , As if thy natal stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth . And thou , to lull thine infant rest , Wast ΙΟ EARLIER POEMS REMEMBERED MUSIC SONG TO M L ALLEGRA.
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... round about With silence mid the world's loud din ; And one of his great charities Is Music , and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ; Far was she from her childhood's home , Farther in guilt ...
... round about With silence mid the world's loud din ; And one of his great charities Is Music , and it doth not scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ; Far was she from her childhood's home , Farther in guilt ...
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... round them like thin shrouds Wherein their souls were buried long ago : They trampled on their youth , and faith , and love , They cast their hope of human - kind away , With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove , And conquered ...
... round them like thin shrouds Wherein their souls were buried long ago : They trampled on their youth , and faith , and love , They cast their hope of human - kind away , With Heaven's clear messages they madly strove , And conquered ...
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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...