James Russell Lowell's Vision of Sir Launfal: And Other PoemsSibley & Ducker, 1896 - 114 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Ambrose art thou beauty Behold blossom blue blue heaven breeze calm castle Caucasus Christ clear clouds crust darkness dear deep doom doth dream earth earthly eighth lines eternal Explain the figure eyes faith fear feel flowers freedom gate gives gleam God's gold gray green happy hast hath heaven Holy Grail hope human JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL Joseph of Arimathea Katharine Lee Bates King Arthur leper light little Sheemah live look Lowell Lowell's morn Nature neath never night noble o'er poem poet poet's poetic poetry PRELUDE prose pure round scorn seemed seneschal sense shadows sight silent sing Sir Launfal snow song sorrow soul spirit spring step from Heaven stood Stopford Brooke summer sunshine sympathy thee thine things thou art thought throne thy heart tree true truth tyrants VISION OF SIR Wellesley College wind winter words youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 28 - 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.
Página 44 - 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 47 - 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.
Página 16 - 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...
Página 17 - 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?
Página 86 - BE NOBLE ! and the nobleness that lies In other men, sleeping, but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own ; Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes, Then will pure light around thy path be shed, And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.
Página 48 - 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 67 - 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, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
Página 17 - 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 19 - Nor shall a pillow be under my head, Till I begin my vow to keep; Here on the rushes will I sleep, And perchance there may come a vision true Ere day create the world anew.