The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart entwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so 16 MY LOVE . My Love.
... scorn of common things , And , though she seem of other birth , Round us her heart entwines and clings , And patiently she folds her wings To tread the humble paths of earth . VI . Blessing she is : God made her so 16 MY LOVE . My Love.
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... scorn In such scant borders to be spanned ? O , yes ' his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Is it alone where freedom is , Where God is God and man is man ? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of ...
... scorn In such scant borders to be spanned ? O , yes ' his fatherland must be As the blue heaven wide and free ! Is it alone where freedom is , Where God is God and man is man ? Doth he not claim a broader span For the soul's love of ...
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... scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ; Far was she from her childhood's home , Farther in guilt had wandered thence , Yet thither it had bid her come To die in maiden innocence . 1842 . MIDNIGHT . THE moon ...
... scorn To close the lids upon the eyes Of the polluted and forlorn ; Far was she from her childhood's home , Farther in guilt had wandered thence , Yet thither it had bid her come To die in maiden innocence . 1842 . MIDNIGHT . THE moon ...
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... scorn not thy state ; There is worse weariness than thine , In merely being rich and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine , And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being poor to hold in fee . Both ...
... scorn not thy state ; There is worse weariness than thine , In merely being rich and great ; Toil only gives the soul to shine , And makes rest fragrant and benign ; A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being poor to hold in fee . Both ...
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... scorn and hunger follow Him that toileth for his kind . " Forth into the night he hurled it , And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it Swift into the hungry dark . Foam and spray drive back to leeward , And the ...
... scorn and hunger follow Him that toileth for his kind . " Forth into the night he hurled it , And with bitter smile did mark How the surly tempest whirled it Swift into the hungry dark . Foam and spray drive back to leeward , And the ...
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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.