The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... short , and ' twas most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God : O blest word - Evermore ! 1889 . THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea 4 THRENODIA .
... short , and ' twas most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God : O blest word - Evermore ! 1889 . THE SIRENS . THE sea is lonely , the sea 4 THRENODIA .
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... are young , we each have a heart , Why stand we ever coldly apart ? Must we forever , then , be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! WITH A PRESSED FLOWER . THIS little flower from afar 1840 . 12 SERENADE . Serenade.
... are young , we each have a heart , Why stand we ever coldly apart ? Must we forever , then , be alone ? Alone , alone , ah woe ! alone ! WITH A PRESSED FLOWER . THIS little flower from afar 1840 . 12 SERENADE . Serenade.
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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 be , Worth being rich to hold in fee . O , poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is ...
... 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 be , Worth being rich to hold in fee . O , poor man's son ! scorn not thy state ; There is ...
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... stands there behind , Hate and 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 ...
... stands there behind , Hate and 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 ...
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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 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.