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Page 37
The whole prologue to the Canterbury Tales is equally admirable , but there is
not time for me to read the whole . You must do that for yourself . I only give you a
bunch or two of grapes . To enjoy the fruit in its perfection , you must go into the ...
The whole prologue to the Canterbury Tales is equally admirable , but there is
not time for me to read the whole . You must do that for yourself . I only give you a
bunch or two of grapes . To enjoy the fruit in its perfection , you must go into the ...
Page 94
We never feel the whole bitterness of a sorrow at the first blow . It is after we have
recovered from the sudden shock of it , and the imagination has leisure to
concern itself with details , that we know its whole depth and breadth . Then we
find ...
We never feel the whole bitterness of a sorrow at the first blow . It is after we have
recovered from the sudden shock of it , and the imagination has leisure to
concern itself with details , that we know its whole depth and breadth . Then we
find ...
Page 105
I do not like the epithet " whooping ” in the first verse , but I consider the whole of
the last admirable . A single happy epithet is always worth a folio of description ;
and in this , the word “ icicles " tells me the whole story . PHILIP . I like it as much
...
I do not like the epithet " whooping ” in the first verse , but I consider the whole of
the last admirable . A single happy epithet is always worth a folio of description ;
and in this , the word “ icicles " tells me the whole story . PHILIP . I like it as much
...
Page 117
The whole passage , for some distance farther on , is full of this sighing melody ,
and so impresses me with its utter loneliness and desertion , that , after repeating
it to myself when alone , I am relieved to hear the companionable flicker of the ...
The whole passage , for some distance farther on , is full of this sighing melody ,
and so impresses me with its utter loneliness and desertion , that , after repeating
it to myself when alone , I am relieved to hear the companionable flicker of the ...
Page 221
The disbelief of the whole world superior cannot shake his faith that he is God ' s
messenger , him bei which upbears him as upon the Rock of Ages . He stand 1 :
knows that the whole power of God is behind him , of , alories as the drop of ...
The disbelief of the whole world superior cannot shake his faith that he is God ' s
messenger , him bei which upbears him as upon the Rock of Ages . He stand 1 :
knows that the whole power of God is behind him , of , alories as the drop of ...
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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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