The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: PoemsPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1890 - 342 páginas |
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art thou beauty behold beneath bless bliss blood blossom blue calm cloud cold dark dear death deep divine doom doth dream drops Dryad earth eternal Eurydice face faith fear feel flowers forever Freedom Ganymede gleam glow God's golden green grew hands happy hath hear heart heaven holy Holy Grail hope hush JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Kraken leap leaves life's light lonely look man's mighty mighty heart Mordred murmur mused nature naught neath never nevermore night o'er peace pine poet's poets poor Rhocus Rosaline round scorn seemed serene shadow shalt shiver shut sight silent sing Sir Launfal smile snow song sorrow soul spirit stars summer sunshine sweet tears thee thine eyes things thou art thou hast thought thrill thunder toil trembling true truth Vinland voice wander waves weary WENDELL PHILLIPS wind wings words
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Página 293 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries 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...
Página 180 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame ; — In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.
Página 225 - THE DANDELION Dear 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.
Página 302 - I behold in thee An image of Him who died on the tree ; Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns, Thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns, And to thy life were not denied The wounds in the hands and feet and side : Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me ; Behold, through him, I give to thee...
Página 297 - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came...
Página 44 - A heritage, it seems to me, e scarce would wish to hold in fee. What doth the poor man's son inherit ? Stout muscles and a sinewy heart, A hardy frame, a hardier spirit ; King of two hands, he does his part In every useful toil and art : A heritage, it seems to me, A king might wish to hold in fee.
Página 180 - 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.
Página 224 - He's true to God who's true to man; wherever wrong is done, To the humblest and the weakest^ neath the all-beholding sun, That wrong is also done to us ; and they are slaves most base, Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race.
Página 227 - When thou, for all thy gold, so common art ! Thou teachest me to deem More sacredly of every human heart, Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book.
Página 292 - Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; « Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not...