The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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Page 73
... wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep . XLII . " I am a mother , spirits do not shake This much of earth from them , -and I must pine Till I can feel his little hands , and take His weary head upon this heart of mine ; And , might it ...
... wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep . XLII . " I am a mother , spirits do not shake This much of earth from them , -and I must pine Till I can feel his little hands , and take His weary head upon this heart of mine ; And , might it ...
Page 75
... wings Did mingle with them , whether of those hags Let slip upon me once from Hades deep , Or of yet direr torments , if such be , I could but guess ; and then toward me came A shape as of a woman : very pale It was , and calm ; its ...
... wings Did mingle with them , whether of those hags Let slip upon me once from Hades deep , Or of yet direr torments , if such be , I could but guess ; and then toward me came A shape as of a woman : very pale It was , and calm ; its ...
Page 84
... wings and pines for what it dreams , With upward yearn unceasing . Better so : For wisdom is meek sorrow's patient child , And empire over self , and all the deep Strong charities that make men seem like gods ; And 84 PROMETHEUS .
... wings and pines for what it dreams , With upward yearn unceasing . Better so : For wisdom is meek sorrow's patient child , And empire over self , and all the deep Strong charities that make men seem like gods ; And 84 PROMETHEUS .
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... wings , - But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! The violets on the hillock toss , The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss ; For nature feels not any loss , - But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! I did not know when thou wast dead ; A blackbird ...
... wings , - But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! The violets on the hillock toss , The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss ; For nature feels not any loss , - But I am cheerless , Rosaline ! I did not know when thou wast dead ; A blackbird ...
Page 101
... wings Such sunshine seemed to glitter through his veins Instead of blood , so light he felt and strange . Young Rhocus had a faithful heart enough , But one that in the present dwelt too much , And , taking with blithe welcome whatsoe ...
... wings Such sunshine seemed to glitter through his veins Instead of blood , so light he felt and strange . Young Rhocus had a faithful heart enough , But one that in the present dwelt too much , And , taking with blithe welcome whatsoe ...
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Page 125 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think : They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 309 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Page 99 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Page 305 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Page 309 - Neath which he could house him, winter-proof; All night by the white stars' frosty gleams He groined his arches and matched his beams ; Slender and clear were his crystal spars...
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 16 - Yet in herself she dwelleth not, Although no home were half so fair ; No simplest duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, Which most leave undone, or despise ; For naught that sets one heart at ease, And giveth happiness or peace, Is low-esteemed in her eyes.
Page 163 - Rock sublime? They were men of present valor, stalwart old iconoclasts, Unconvinced by axe or gibbet that all virtue was the Past's; But we make their truth our falsehood, thinking that hath made us free, Hoarding it in mouldy parchments, while our tender spirits flee The rude grasp of that great Impulse which drove them across the sea.
Page 161 - Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word; 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 305 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; 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...