The Vision of Sir Launfal, and Other PoemsMifflin, 1905 - 113 Seiten A narrative poem about a proud medieval knight who spends his life seeking abroad for the Holy Grail in vain, only to find it at home when he humbly gives a crust of bread and cup of water to a leper. |
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... seems to have used here a figure first suggested by Tennyson's lines , " music that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass . " The suggestion is remote and must be traced through Lowell's fondness for poetic phrases and ...
... seems to have used here a figure first suggested by Tennyson's lines , " music that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass . " The suggestion is remote and must be traced through Lowell's fondness for poetic phrases and ...
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... seem like milk and water watered , but a goodly fat little fellow and full of the choicest dainties , viz .: Hesiod , Theocritus , Bion , Moschus , and extracts from Orpheus and some forty others , all with a Latin translation ad verbum ...
... seem like milk and water watered , but a goodly fat little fellow and full of the choicest dainties , viz .: Hesiod , Theocritus , Bion , Moschus , and extracts from Orpheus and some forty others , all with a Latin translation ad verbum ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... seem but copies pale From those unfading frescos of the past , Which I , young savage , in my age of flint , Gazed at , and dimly felt a power in me Parted from nature by the joy in her That doubtfully revealed me to myself ...
... seem but copies pale From those unfading frescos of the past , Which I , young savage , in my age of flint , Gazed at , and dimly felt a power in me Parted from nature by the joy in her That doubtfully revealed me to myself ...
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... seems to me In her own reverie the world to steep ; ' Tis she that waves to sympathetic sleep , Moving , as she is ... seem all the glimmering farms . 20 Far distant sounds the hidden chickadee Close at my side ; far distant sound the ...
... seems to me In her own reverie the world to steep ; ' Tis she that waves to sympathetic sleep , Moving , as she is ... seem all the glimmering farms . 20 Far distant sounds the hidden chickadee Close at my side ; far distant sound the ...
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anti-slavery beautiful Beaver Brook bird blood bobolink brave Cambridge castle CHARLES RUSSELL LOWELL Christ climb day in June dear description of June divine doth dream dust earth Elmwood expression eyes faint feel Ferris Greenslet figure Freedom Harvard College hath heart heaven hidden meaning Holy Grail Hosea Biglow illustrations imagination improvisation incident Indian-Summer Reverie influence inspiration James Russell Lowell King Arthur knight leper letter light lines literature living Lowell's memory mind mountain musing narrative nature noble North Countree NOTE o'er parallel personified phrase plot poem poet poet's poetic point of view poor Prelude prose purpose quest reader romance round scene Second seems siege Sinai Sir Launfal slave snow soul spirit spring stanza story summer sunshine sweet T. W. Higginson thee theme thet things Thomas Chestre thou thought tion trees truth verse Vision of Sir wind winter winter palace wood words Wordsworth
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Seite 26 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's New Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 28 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust. Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just. Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside. Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Seite 4 - We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Seite 4 - Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it...
Seite 31 - New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth ; Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires ! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future's portal with the Past's blood-rusted key.
Seite 66 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all' are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame. The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Seite 9 - As the lashes of light that trim the stars : He sculptured every summer delight In his halls and chambers out of sight...
Seite 3 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 15 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee; 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,...
Seite 6 - The little birds sang as if it were The one day of summer in all the year, And the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees : The castle alone in the landscape lay Like an outpost of winter, dull and gray...