Poems, Tom 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1849 |
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... dear Love and shared with me his crust , And half my sorrow's burden took . After the World's soft bed , Its rich and dainty fare , Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my head , His cheap food seemed as manna rare ; Fresh - trodden ...
... dear Love and shared with me his crust , And half my sorrow's burden took . After the World's soft bed , Its rich and dainty fare , Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my head , His cheap food seemed as manna rare ; Fresh - trodden ...
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... carries away Some impulses bright Of fragrance and light , Which fall upon souls that are lone and astray , To plant fruitful hopes of the flower of day . TO THE DANDELION . DEAR common flower , that grow'st SONG : TO M. L. 117.
... carries away Some impulses bright Of fragrance and light , Which fall upon souls that are lone and astray , To plant fruitful hopes of the flower of day . TO THE DANDELION . DEAR common flower , that grow'st SONG : TO M. L. 117.
Strona 118
... 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 , Nor wrinkled the lean brow Of age , to rob the lover's heart of ease ; ' T is the ...
... 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 , Nor wrinkled the lean brow Of age , to rob the lover's heart of ease ; ' T is the ...
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... dear arms whose outstretched plea clasped all hearts to her own . We used to think how she had come , even as comes the flower , The last and perfect added gift to crown love's morning hour , And how in her was imaged forth the love we ...
... dear arms whose outstretched plea clasped all hearts to her own . We used to think how she had come , even as comes the flower , The last and perfect added gift to crown love's morning hour , And how in her was imaged forth the love we ...
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James Russell Lowell. But up in groves of Paradise full surely we shall see Our morning - glory beautiful twine round our dear Lord's knee . STUDIES FOR TWO HEADS . I. SOME Sort of heart 134 THE MORNING - GLORY .
James Russell Lowell. But up in groves of Paradise full surely we shall see Our morning - glory beautiful twine round our dear Lord's knee . STUDIES FOR TWO HEADS . I. SOME Sort of heart 134 THE MORNING - GLORY .
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behold beneath bleak blood breath burning cloud crown dark dead pool deep doth dream drop Dryad dull dumb dust earth Eurydice eyes face faith feet flash Fortunate Isles Ganymede gleam gloom glory glow God's gold golden gray green grew grope hands happy happy days hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hebe holy Holy Grail hope Hunger and Cold hush idlesse JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Laocoön lean leap leaves legend life's light look Mayflower morning murmur naught nearer neath never night o'er Past pine poor prophet rain red sea round scattered seemed shadow sight silence singing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stands staves fall stood storm stretch summer sunshine tears thee thine thou thrill throne thy branches toil tower tree Truth twixt underneath the stars Vinland wall wander wind winter
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Strona 60 - 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.
Strona 118 - 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.
Strona 205 - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
Strona 53 - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
Strona 58 - For Humanity sweeps onward : where to-day the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands ; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.
Strona 52 - Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time. / Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the instantaneous throe, When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro; At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start, Nation wildly looks...
Strona 116 - THE DANDELION. DEAR 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, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
Strona 56 - 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.
Strona 59 - 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.
Strona 193 - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...