The Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1885 - 472 Seiten |
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James Russell Lowell. A Chippewa Legend Stanzas on Freedom Columbus An Incident of the Fire at Hamburg The Sower Hunger and Cold The Landlord To a Pine - Tree Si Descendero in Infernum , Ades To the Past To the Future Hebe " The Search ...
James Russell Lowell. A Chippewa Legend Stanzas on Freedom Columbus An Incident of the Fire at Hamburg The Sower Hunger and Cold The Landlord To a Pine - Tree Si Descendero in Infernum , Ades To the Past To the Future Hebe " The Search ...
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... Fire . Fancy's Casuistry To Mr. John Bartlett . Ode to Happiness Villa Franca The Miner Gold Egg : A Dream - Fantasy 406 407 407 407 408 410 • 411 411 413 414 414 416 418 419 • 420 421 421 A Familiar Epistle to a Friend An Ember Picture ...
... Fire . Fancy's Casuistry To Mr. John Bartlett . Ode to Happiness Villa Franca The Miner Gold Egg : A Dream - Fantasy 406 407 407 407 408 410 • 411 411 413 414 414 416 418 419 • 420 421 421 A Familiar Epistle to a Friend An Ember Picture ...
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... fire , the loving faith of youth ! O , prophesy no more the Maker's coming , Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear In the dim void , like to the awful hum- ming Of the great wings of some new - light- ed sphere ! O , prophesy no ...
... fire , the loving faith of youth ! O , prophesy no more the Maker's coming , Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear In the dim void , like to the awful hum- ming Of the great wings of some new - light- ed sphere ! O , prophesy no ...
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... fire , the awful moon Rose , stained with blood , and then a swoon Crept chilly o'er me , Rosaline ! The stars came out ; and , one by one , Each angel from his silver throne Looked down and saw what I had done : I dared not hide me ...
... fire , the awful moon Rose , stained with blood , and then a swoon Crept chilly o'er me , Rosaline ! The stars came out ; and , one by one , Each angel from his silver throne Looked down and saw what I had done : I dared not hide me ...
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... fire , And strain life's chords to the old heroic mood . II . Yet are there other gifts more fair than thine , Nor can I count him happiest who has never Been forced with his own hand his chains to sever , And for himself find out the ...
... fire , And strain life's chords to the old heroic mood . II . Yet are there other gifts more fair than thine , Nor can I count him happiest who has never Been forced with his own hand his chains to sever , And for himself find out the ...
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Seite 45 - 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 86 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Seite 100 - 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 neighbour, and Me.
Seite 95 - First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie, Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies ; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies ; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite ; And to our age's drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
Seite 44 - 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.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Seite 410 - 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 44 - ... 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. Hast thou chosen, O my people, on whose party thou shalt stand, Ere the Doom from its worn sandals shakes the dust against our land ? Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet 't is Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her...
Seite 229 - There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'. The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her, An' leetle flames danced all about The chiny on the dresser. Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, An' in amongst 'em rusted The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Seite 134 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
Seite x - 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.