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... till mighty thoughts grow fledged To sail with darkening shadow o ' er the world
, Filling with dread such souls as dare not trust In the unfailing energy of Good ,
Until they swoop , and their pale quarry make Of some o ' erbloated wrong , - that
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... till mighty thoughts grow fledged To sail with darkening shadow o ' er the world
, Filling with dread such souls as dare not trust In the unfailing energy of Good ,
Until they swoop , and their pale quarry make Of some o ' erbloated wrong , - that
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She filled the cup of melody With madness to the brim , And wild , wild songs she
sang to me That made my brain grow dim , Like those that throng the traveller ' s
mind , When night drops down before and behind , And he can hear naught but ...
She filled the cup of melody With madness to the brim , And wild , wild songs she
sang to me That made my brain grow dim , Like those that throng the traveller ' s
mind , When night drops down before and behind , And he can hear naught but ...
Page 223
Woe , if we have forgotten them , and left Those souls that might have grown so
fair and glad , That only wanted a kind word from us , To be so free and gently
beautiful , — Left them to feel their birthright as a curse , To grow all lean , and ...
Woe , if we have forgotten them , and left Those souls that might have grown so
fair and glad , That only wanted a kind word from us , To be so free and gently
beautiful , — Left them to feel their birthright as a curse , To grow all lean , and ...
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... So , when my love and faith in man are shaken , Great , inborn thoughts , that
will not keep aloof , Within my soul like those far thunders , waken , Growing and
growing , till its depths are dinned With the sad sense of having deadly sinned .
... So , when my love and faith in man are shaken , Great , inborn thoughts , that
will not keep aloof , Within my soul like those far thunders , waken , Growing and
growing , till its depths are dinned With the sad sense of having deadly sinned .
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TO M . W . WHETHER my heart hath wiser grown or not , In these three years ,
since I to thee inscribed , Mine own betrothed , the firstlings of my muse , - Poor
windfalls of unripe experience , Young uds plucked hastily by childish hands Not
...
TO M . W . WHETHER my heart hath wiser grown or not , In these three years ,
since I to thee inscribed , Mine own betrothed , the firstlings of my muse , - Poor
windfalls of unripe experience , Young uds plucked hastily by childish hands Not
...
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Page 165 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 214 - 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 ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 165 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 100 - THE FOUNTAIN'. INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
Page 166 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 109 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Page 263 - HE stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be the...
Page 242 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Page 51 - No, time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Page 213 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? x If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, — Slaves unworthy to be freed...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | James Russell Lowell |
| Edition | 2, reprint |
| Publisher | J. Owen, 1844 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 21 May 2007 |
| Length | 279 pages |
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