The Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, 第 514 期Macmillan and Company, 1873 - 453 頁 |
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... Poet's song with blood - warm truth was rife ; He saw the mysteries which circle under The outwardshell and skin of daily life . Nothing to him were fleeting time and fashion , His soul was led by the eternal law ; There was in him no ...
... Poet's song with blood - warm truth was rife ; He saw the mysteries which circle under The outwardshell and skin of daily life . Nothing to him were fleeting time and fashion , His soul was led by the eternal law ; There was in him no ...
第 13 頁
... Poet is an empty rhymer Who lies with idle elbow on the grass , And fits hissinging , like a cunningtimer , To all men's prides and fancies as they pass . Nothisthe song , which , in its metre holy , Chimes with the music of the eternal ...
... Poet is an empty rhymer Who lies with idle elbow on the grass , And fits hissinging , like a cunningtimer , To all men's prides and fancies as they pass . Nothisthe song , which , in its metre holy , Chimes with the music of the eternal ...
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... Poet's mountain Above the thunder lifts its silent peak , And roll thy songs down like a gather- ing fountain , They all may drink and find the rest they seek . Sing ! there shall silence grow in earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe ...
... Poet's mountain Above the thunder lifts its silent peak , And roll thy songs down like a gather- ing fountain , They all may drink and find the rest they seek . Sing ! there shall silence grow in earth and heaven , A silence of deep awe ...
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... poet Gazing on the roaring sea , " Take this rose , " he sighed , " and throw it Where there ' s none that loveth me . On the rock the billow bursteth And sinks back into the seas , But in vain my spirit thirsteth So to burst and be at ...
... poet Gazing on the roaring sea , " Take this rose , " he sighed , " and throw it Where there ' s none that loveth me . On the rock the billow bursteth And sinks back into the seas , But in vain my spirit thirsteth So to burst and be at ...
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... poet , Blisses new and strange to him Fill his heart and overflow it With a wonder sweet and dim . Up the beach the ocean slideth With a whisper of delight , And the moon in silence glideth Through the peaceful blue of night . Rippling ...
... poet , Blisses new and strange to him Fill his heart and overflow it With a wonder sweet and dim . Up the beach the ocean slideth With a whisper of delight , And the moon in silence glideth Through the peaceful blue of night . Rippling ...
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第 111 頁 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the 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, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
第 102 頁 - 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.
第 60 頁 - 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.
第 77 頁 - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
第 111 頁 - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in ; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold...
第 152 頁 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...
第 112 頁 - 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; 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...
第 111 頁 - 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...
第 245 頁 - An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
第 152 頁 - ... with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching ; His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty well, But...