Poetical Works, 第 1 卷Co-Operative Publication Society, 1891 - 522 頁 |
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... holds his breath As from a sudden will ; The rain stops short , but from the eaves You see it drop , and hear it from the leaves , All is so bodingly still ; Again , now , now , again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts , The crinkled ...
... holds his breath As from a sudden will ; The rain stops short , but from the eaves You see it drop , and hear it from the leaves , All is so bodingly still ; Again , now , now , again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts , The crinkled ...
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... hold his soul's own free- Is it alone where freedom is , MIDNIGHT . THE moon shines white and silent On the. Which every age demands to do it right . Proprieties our silken bards environ ; He who would be the tongue of this wide land ...
... hold his soul's own free- Is it alone where freedom is , MIDNIGHT . THE moon shines white and silent On the. Which every age demands to do it right . Proprieties our silken bards environ ; He who would be the tongue of this wide land ...
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... hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares , And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage , it seems to me ...
... hold in fee . The rich man's son inherits cares ; The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares , And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn ; A heritage , it seems to me ...
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... hold in fee . O rich man's son ! there is a toil That with all others level stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whiten , soft white hands , This is the best crop from thy lands ; A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being ...
... hold in fee . O rich man's son ! there is a toil That with all others level stands ; Large charity doth never soil , But only whiten , soft white hands , This is the best crop from thy lands ; A heritage , it seems to me , Worth being ...
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... hold her heart in fee . XIV . Not far from Margaret's cottage dwelt a knight Of the proud Templars , a sworn celi- bate , Whose heart in secret fed upon the light And dew of her ripe beauty , through the grate Of his close vow catching ...
... hold her heart in fee . XIV . Not far from Margaret's cottage dwelt a knight Of the proud Templars , a sworn celi- bate , Whose heart in secret fed upon the light And dew of her ripe beauty , through the grate Of his close vow catching ...
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第 69 頁 - 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.
第 20 頁 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own...
第 400 頁 - Nature, they say,. doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, 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...
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; 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.
第 68 頁 - 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.
第 109 頁 - The leper raised not the gold from the dust: "Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door; That is no true alms which the hand can hold; He gives only the worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty; But he who gives but a slender mite.
第 400 頁 - 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.
第 56 頁 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think...
第 181 頁 - An' thet all this big talk of our destinies Is half on it ign'ance, an' t' other half rum ; But John P. Robinson he Sez it aint no sech thing; an', of course, so must we. Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats, An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, To git some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes ; But John P.
第 52 頁 - No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil I The busy world shoves angrily aside The man who stands with arms akimbo set.