The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1890 - 550 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 71 筆
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... GONE , gone from us ! and shall we see O , thoughts were brooding in those eyes , Those sibyl - leaves of destiny , Those calm eyes , nevermore ? That would have soared like strong- winged birds Those deep , dark eyes so warm and Far ...
... GONE , gone from us ! and shall we see O , thoughts were brooding in those eyes , Those sibyl - leaves of destiny , Those calm eyes , nevermore ? That would have soared like strong- winged birds Those deep , dark eyes so warm and Far ...
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James Russell Lowell. Of a true woman's soul bent down and But hath gone calmly forth into the “ He loves me , loves me not , ". lowly Before the face of daily mysteries ; A love that blossoms soon , but ripens slowly To the full ...
James Russell Lowell. Of a true woman's soul bent down and But hath gone calmly forth into the “ He loves me , loves me not , ". lowly Before the face of daily mysteries ; A love that blossoms soon , but ripens slowly To the full ...
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... gone nigh to fill my heart ; But good - bye , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could start , And so my journey ' s scarce begun . Heaven help me ...
... gone nigh to fill my heart ; But good - bye , kind friends , every one , I've far to go ere set of sun ; Of all good things I would have part , The day was high ere I could start , And so my journey ' s scarce begun . Heaven help me ...
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... Gone , gone , so soon ! No more my half - dazed fancy there , Can shape a giant in the air , No more I see his streaming hair , The writhing portent of his form ; The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare , And the last ...
... Gone , gone , so soon ! No more my half - dazed fancy there , Can shape a giant in the air , No more I see his streaming hair , The writhing portent of his form ; The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare , And the last ...
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... gone , A strong soul ousted from its throne , What wouldst thou further , Rosaline ? ' Tis drear such moonless nights as these , Strange sounds are out upon the breeze , And the leaves shiver in the trees , And then thou comest ...
... gone , A strong soul ousted from its throne , What wouldst thou further , Rosaline ? ' Tis drear such moonless nights as these , Strange sounds are out upon the breeze , And the leaves shiver in the trees , And then thou comest ...
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第 111 頁 - 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, and me.
第 108 頁 - ... 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: And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing, — And hark! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year,...
第 107 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 68 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...
第 233 頁 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, 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 107 頁 - 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.
第 68 頁 - 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.
第 400 頁 - ... steadfast in the strength of God, and true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed. Who loved his charge but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by his clear-grained human worth. And brave old wisdom of sincerity! They knew that outward grace is dust ; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust.
第 234 頁 - An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin
第 107 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...