The poetical works of James Russell Lowell, with a critical preface by W.M. Rossetti |
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... Heads , On a Portrait of Dante by Giotto , 122 126 127 128 132 135 On the Death of a Friend's Child ,. 136 Eurydice , 138 She Came and Went , 140 The Changeling , 141 The Pioneer , 142 Longing , 143 Ode to France , 144 A Parable , 148 ...
... Heads , On a Portrait of Dante by Giotto , 122 126 127 128 132 135 On the Death of a Friend's Child ,. 136 Eurydice , 138 She Came and Went , 140 The Changeling , 141 The Pioneer , 142 Longing , 143 Ode to France , 144 A Parable , 148 ...
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... But he'd rather by half make a drum of the shell , And rattle away till he's old as Methusalem , At the head of a march to the last New Jerusalem , " The poet who can honestly say this of himself deserves PREFATORY NOTICE . xiii.
... But he'd rather by half make a drum of the shell , And rattle away till he's old as Methusalem , At the head of a march to the last New Jerusalem , " The poet who can honestly say this of himself deserves PREFATORY NOTICE . xiii.
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... head and the certainty of his muscle . He hits the hardest of strokes ; and knows how to plant them on that part of the hide of his adversary which shall make the latter most ludicrous in the eyes of the by - standers , and shall wring ...
... head and the certainty of his muscle . He hits the hardest of strokes ; and knows how to plant them on that part of the hide of his adversary which shall make the latter most ludicrous in the eyes of the by - standers , and shall wring ...
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... head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman perfected . 1840 . SERENADE . FROM the close - shut windows gleams no spark , The night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine - trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is ...
... head , Earth's noblest thing , a Woman perfected . 1840 . SERENADE . FROM the close - shut windows gleams no spark , The night is chilly , the night is dark , The poplars shiver , the pine - trees moan , My hair by the autumn breeze is ...
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... head with careless art , Mocking the sunshine , that would fain have lent To its frank grace a richer ornament . II His loved - one's eyes could poet ever speak , So kind , so dewy , and so deep were hers , - But , while he strives ...
... head with careless art , Mocking the sunshine , that would fain have lent To its frank grace a richer ornament . II His loved - one's eyes could poet ever speak , So kind , so dewy , and so deep were hers , - But , while he strives ...
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第 102 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 184 頁 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well 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...
第 184 頁 - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
第 190 頁 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid! In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee, This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need...
第 183 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 102 頁 - WHEN a deed is done for 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.
第 289 頁 - I praise him not ; it were too late ; And some innative weakness there must be In him who condescends to victory Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait, Safe in himself as in a fate.
第 127 頁 - DEAB 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 — thou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.
第 63 頁 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the 'selfish rule of one sole race...
第 291 頁 - No bar of endless night exiles the brave ; And to the saner mind We rather seem the dead that stayed behind. Blow, trumpets, all your exultations blow ! For never shall their aureoled presence lack : I see them muster in a gleaming row, With ever-youthful brows that nobler show ; We find in our dull road their shining track ; In every nobler mood We feel the orient of their spirit glow, Part of our life's unalterable good, Of all our saintlier aspiration ; They come transfigured back, Secure from...