The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark ...
... Beneath the plank , and feel so near A cold and lonely grave , A restless grave , where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark ...
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... beneath thy wave - worn bark Into the cold depth of the sea ! Look down ! Look down ! Thus , on Life's lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near , Ever singing full of fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is ...
... beneath thy wave - worn bark Into the cold depth of the sea ! Look down ! Look down ! Thus , on Life's lonely sea , Heareth the marinere Voices sad , from far and near , Ever singing full of fear , Ever singing drearfully . Here all is ...
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... beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to 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 ...
... beneath her earnest face it lies , Free without boldness , meek without a fear , Quicker to 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 ...
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... Beneath the silver evening - star , And yet her heart is ever near . II . Great feelings hath she of her own , Which lesser souls may never know ; God giveth them to her alone , And sweet they are as any tone Wherewith the wind may ...
... Beneath the silver evening - star , And yet her heart is ever near . II . Great feelings hath she of her own , Which lesser souls may never know ; God giveth them to her alone , And sweet they are as any tone Wherewith the wind may ...
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... find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurking , One God - built shrine of reverence and love ; ODE . 37.
... find a bottom still of worthless clay ; Who heeds not how the lower gusts are working , Knowing that one sure wind blows on above , And sees , beneath the foulest faces lurking , One God - built shrine of reverence and love ; ODE . 37.
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Page 314 - This water his blood that died on the tree; 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 306 - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Page 161 - 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 160 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Page 312 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side. — Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold! through him I give to thee!
Page 205 - ... common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be. Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow Through the primeval hush of Indian seas...
Page 32 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery. Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary ; — Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest ; — Full of a nature ^ Nothing can tame. Changed every moment. Ever the same ; — Ceaseless aspiring,...
Page 115 - Get but the truth once uttered, and 't is like A star newborn, that drops into its place, And which, once circling in its placid round, Not all the tumult of the earth can shake.
Page 115 - No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil I The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set.
Page 91 - THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS THERE came a youth upon the earth, Some thousand years ago, Whose slender hands were nothing worth, Whether to plough, or reap, or sow. Upon an empty tortoise-shell He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew.