James Russell Lowell: A Biographical Sketch

J. R. Osgood, 1881 - 167 páginas
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"6 heliotype illustrations, one a portrait of Lowell and the others photographs around his home. There are two editions of this book, the other being [CAI N6505.6 L68 U63 1897] Hanson Collection 1897:13. It is interesting to compare the prints produced from different plates in editions so distant from each other." -- Hanson collection catalog, p. 74.

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Página 61 - 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.
Página 134 - 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.
Página 134 - Sybaris, than I, when first From the dark green thy yellow circles burst, Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways...
Página 119 - Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write His word or two, and then comes night. " Lo, time and space enough," we cry, " To write an epic ! " so we try Our nibs upon the edge, and die.
Página 103 - Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle ? To him who, deadly hurt, agen Flashed on afore the charge's thunder, Tippin' with fire the bolt of men Thet rived the Rebel line asunder ? 'T ain't right to hev the young go fust, All throbbin...
Página 45 - em, danced 'em, druv 'em, Fust this one, an' then thet, by spells— All is, he couldn't love 'em. But long o' her his veins 'ould run All crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o' sun Ez a south slope in Ap'il.
Página 58 - Life," he said; And ere I answered, passing out of sight On his celestial embassy he sped. Twas at thy door, O friend! and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing descended, and with voice divine, Whispered a word that had a sound like Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
Página 57 - O'er frozen brooks, that flow unsheathed From icy thraldom to the sea. A blissful vision, through the night, Would all my happy senses sway, Of the good shepherd on the height, Or climbing up the stony way, Holding our little lamb asleep, While, like the murmur of the sea, Sounded that voice along the deep, Saying " Arise, and follow me !
Página 90 - An' who grew'st strong thru shifts an' wants an pains, Nussed by stern men with empires in their brains, Who saw in vision their young Ishmel strain With each hard hand a vassal ocean's mane, Thou, skilled by Freedom an...
Página 56 - Soon crop the meadow's tender prime, And when the sod grows brown and bare, The shepherd strives to make them climb To airy shelves of pasture green, That hang along the mountain's side, Where grass and flowers together lean, And down through mist the sunbeams slide.

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