The Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Osgood, 1879 - 422 páginas |
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... the English custom - house officers , probably through a petty national spite . No doubt , it has by this time found its way into the British Museum . We trust this outrage will be exposed in all our American papers . We shall do our ...
... the English custom - house officers , probably through a petty national spite . No doubt , it has by this time found its way into the British Museum . We trust this outrage will be exposed in all our American papers . We shall do our ...
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... that he had never seen a sweet - water on a trellis growing so fairly , or in forms so pleasing to his eye , as a fox- grape over a scrub - oak in a swamp . He added I know not what , to the effect that the sweet - water would only be the ...
... that he had never seen a sweet - water on a trellis growing so fairly , or in forms so pleasing to his eye , as a fox- grape over a scrub - oak in a swamp . He added I know not what , to the effect that the sweet - water would only be the ...
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... that any one much read in the writings of the early colonists need not be told that the far greater share of the words and phrases now esteemed pe- culiar to New England , and local there , were brought from the mother country . A ...
... that any one much read in the writings of the early colonists need not be told that the far greater share of the words and phrases now esteemed pe- culiar to New England , and local there , were brought from the mother country . A ...
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... the Rest on ' em , bein they wuz verry well As thay wuz , and then Hosy ses he sed suthin a nuther about Simplex FROM MR . EZEKIEL BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO Mundishes or sum sech feller , but I guess THE HON . JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM , ED- Hosea ...
... the Rest on ' em , bein they wuz verry well As thay wuz , and then Hosy ses he sed suthin a nuther about Simplex FROM MR . EZEKIEL BIGLOW OF JAALAM TO Mundishes or sum sech feller , but I guess THE HON . JOSEPH T. BUCKINGHAM , ED- Hosea ...
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James Russell Lowell. Them thet rule us , them slave - traders , Haint they cut a thunderin ' swarth ( Helped by Yankee renegaders ) , Thru the vartu o ' the North ! We begin to think it's nater To take sarse an ' not be riled ; - Who'd ...
James Russell Lowell. Them thet rule us , them slave - traders , Haint they cut a thunderin ' swarth ( Helped by Yankee renegaders ) , Thru the vartu o ' the North ! We begin to think it's nater To take sarse an ' not be riled ; - Who'd ...
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Página 380 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all' are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame. The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Página 106 - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Página 105 - To be some happy creature's palace ; 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 105 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the 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 64 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
Página 79 - He's true to God who's true to man ; wherever wrong is done, To the humblest and the weakest, neath the allbeholding 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 380 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old-World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
Página 221 - Mebby to mean yes an' say no Comes nateral to women. He stood a spell on one foot fust, Then stood a spell on t' other, An' on which one he felt the wust He could n't ha' told ye nuther. Says he, "I'd better call agin"; Says she, "Think likely, Mister"; Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An' . . . Wai, he up an
Página 330 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Página 79 - 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.