The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Volumen1Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... Sir Launfal . 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 303 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THRENODIA . GONE , gone from us CONTENTS . ix.
... Sir Launfal . 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 303 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THRENODIA . GONE , gone from us CONTENTS . ix.
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... , with less unworthy thanks , Whether , as now , we journey hand in hand , Or , parted in the body , yet are one In spirit and the love of holy things . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . PRELUDE TO PART FIRST 302 L'ENVOI .
... , with less unworthy thanks , Whether , as now , we journey hand in hand , Or , parted in the body , yet are one In spirit and the love of holy things . THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . PRELUDE TO PART FIRST 302 L'ENVOI .
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Complete in Two Volumes James Russell Lowell. THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . PRELUDE TO PART FIRST . OVER his keys the musing organist , Beginning doubtfully and far away , First lets his fingers ... Sir Launfal 292 293 294 295 296 297 298.
Complete in Two Volumes James Russell Lowell. THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . PRELUDE TO PART FIRST . OVER his keys the musing organist , Beginning doubtfully and far away , First lets his fingers ... Sir Launfal 292 293 294 295 296 297 298.
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... 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 He sings to the wide world , and she to sings ; 304 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
... 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 He sings to the wide world , and she to sings ; 304 THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL .
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... striving ; ' Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue , - ' Tis the natural way of living : VOL . I. 20 Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . 305.
... striving ; ' Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue , - ' Tis the natural way of living : VOL . I. 20 Who knows whither the clouds have fled ? In the THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL . 305.
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Página 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...
Página 206 - My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee ; The sight of thee calls back the robin's song, Who, from the dark old tree Beside the door, sang clearly all day long, And I, secure in childish piety, Listened as if I heard an angel sing With news from heaven, which he could bring Fresh every day to my untainted ears When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.
Página 314 - 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.
Página 47 - What doth the poor man's son inherit" ? Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things, A rank adjudged by-toil-won merit, Content that from employment springs, A heart that in his labor sings ; A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
Página 96 - Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth. Within the hearts of all men lie These promises of wider bliss, Which blossom into hopes that cannot die, In sunny hours like this. All that hath been majestical In life or death, since time began, Is native in the simple heart of all, The angel heart of man.
Página 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.
Página 125 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed ? Women!
Página 97 - It may be glorious to write Thoughts that shall glad the two or three High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Once in a century ; — But better far it is to speak One simple word, which now and then Shall waken their free nature in the weak And friendless sons of men...
Página 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.
Página 304 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And...