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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... stand before his God : Oh blest word- - Evermore ! THE SIRENS This poem in A Year's Life is dated Nan tasket , July , 1840 . THE sea is lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary ...
... stand before his God : Oh blest word- - Evermore ! THE SIRENS This poem in A Year's Life is dated Nan tasket , July , 1840 . THE sea is lonely , the sea is dreary , The sea is restless and uneasy ; Thou seekest quiet , thou art weary ...
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... stand we ever coldly apart ? Must we forever , then , be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! WITH A PRESSED FLOWER THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could ...
... stand we ever coldly apart ? Must we forever , then , be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! WITH A PRESSED FLOWER THIS little blossom from afar Hath come from other lands to thine ; For , once , its white and drooping star Could ...
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... stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whiten , soft white hands ; This is the best crop from thy lands , A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being rich to hold in fee . 0 poor man's son scorn not thy state ; There is worse ...
... stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whiten , soft white hands ; This is the best crop from thy lands , A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being rich to hold in fee . 0 poor man's son scorn not thy state ; There is worse ...
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... stand upon the weaker side , That sank in seeming loss before its foes : Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords , He scorned their gifts of fame , and power , and gold , And , underneath their ...
... stand upon the weaker side , That sank in seeming loss before its foes : Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords , He scorned their gifts of fame , and power , and gold , And , underneath their ...
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... standing in the twilight gloam , She strained her eyes beyond that dizzy verge At whose foot faintly breaks the future's surge . XIII Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine : Yet ...
... standing in the twilight gloam , She strained her eyes beyond that dizzy verge At whose foot faintly breaks the future's surge . XIII Poor little spirit ! naught but shame and woe Nurse the sick heart whose lifeblood nurses thine : Yet ...
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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...