The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... Heaven's law With a full peace , that never can depart From its own steadfastness ; -a holy awe For holy things , —not those which men call holy , But such as are revealed to the eyes Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly Before ...
... Heaven's law With a full peace , that never can depart From its own steadfastness ; -a holy awe For holy things , —not those which men call holy , But such as are revealed to the eyes Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly Before ...
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... heaven - like therein , ― Too wise , too meek , too womanly , to sin . Like a lone star through riven storm - clouds seen By sailors , tempest - toss'd upon the sea , Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star ...
... heaven - like therein , ― Too wise , too meek , too womanly , to sin . Like a lone star through riven storm - clouds seen By sailors , tempest - toss'd upon the sea , Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star ...
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... heaven ! " And then glad tears have filled her eyes To find the number was uneven . And thou must count its petals well , Because it is a gift from me ; And the last one of all shall tell Something I've often told to thee . But here at ...
... heaven ! " And then glad tears have filled her eyes To find the number was uneven . And thou must count its petals well , Because it is a gift from me ; And the last one of all shall tell Something I've often told to thee . But here at ...
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... Heaven help me ! how could I forget To beg of thee , dear violet ! Some of thy modesty , That blossoms here as well , unseen , As if before the world thou'dst been , O , give , to strengthen me . MY LOVE . I. NOT as all other women are ...
... Heaven help me ! how could I forget To beg of thee , dear violet ! Some of thy modesty , That blossoms here as well , unseen , As if before the world thou'dst been , O , give , to strengthen me . MY LOVE . I. NOT as all other women are ...
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... heaven of her eyes . VIII . She is a woman : one in whom The spring - time of her childish years Hath never lost its fresh perfume , Though knowing well that life hath room For many blights and many tears . IX . I love her with a love ...
... heaven of her eyes . VIII . She is a woman : one in whom The spring - time of her childish years Hath never lost its fresh perfume , Though knowing well that life hath room For many blights and many tears . IX . I love her with a love ...
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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.