The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1896 - 492 páginas The present Cambridge Edition of Mr. Lowell's poems contains, substantially in the order established by the author, the poems included by him not long before his death in the definitive Riverside Edition of his writings, and in addition the small group contained in the Last Poems, collected by his literary executor, Mr. Charles Eliot Norton. - Publisher's note. |
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... ain't got pretty tolerable big , And whether to sell it outright will be best , Or to smoke hams and shoulders and salt down the rest , At this minute , she ' d swop all my verses , ah , cruel ! For the last patent stove that is saving ...
... ain't got pretty tolerable big , And whether to sell it outright will be best , Or to smoke hams and shoulders and salt down the rest , At this minute , she ' d swop all my verses , ah , cruel ! For the last patent stove that is saving ...
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... ain't no use , Thet ' s Deacon Peleg's tame wil ' - goose : " Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent . 19 I've sighted an ' I ' ll let her went ; Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His wings a spell , an ' quorked , an ' dropped ...
... ain't no use , Thet ' s Deacon Peleg's tame wil ' - goose : " Sez Isrel , " I don't care a cent . 19 I've sighted an ' I ' ll let her went ; Bang ! went queen's - arm , ole gander flopped His wings a spell , an ' quorked , an ' dropped ...
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... ain't Nater for a feller to let on that he ' s sick o ' any bizness that He went intu off his own free will and a Cord , but I rather cal'late he's middlin tired o ' voluntearin By this Time . I bleeve u may put depend- unts on his ...
... ain't Nater for a feller to let on that he ' s sick o ' any bizness that He went intu off his own free will and a Cord , but I rather cal'late he's middlin tired o ' voluntearin By this Time . I bleeve u may put depend- unts on his ...
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... rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin ' . ' T was kin ' o ' kingdom - come to look On sech a blessed cretur , A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . He was six foot o ' man , A 1 THE BIGLOW PAPERS 219 •
... rosy agin Ez the apples she was peelin ' . ' T was kin ' o ' kingdom - come to look On sech a blessed cretur , A dogrose blushin ' to a brook Ain't modester nor sweeter . He was six foot o ' man , A 1 THE BIGLOW PAPERS 219 •
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... ain't goin ' to rise agin , An ' it's jest money throwed away to put the emptins in : But thet's wut folks wun't never larn ; they dunno how to go , Arter you want their room , no more ' n a bullet - headed beau ; Ther''s ollers chaps a ...
... ain't goin ' to rise agin , An ' it's jest money throwed away to put the emptins in : But thet's wut folks wun't never larn ; they dunno how to go , Arter you want their room , no more ' n a bullet - headed beau ; Ther''s ollers chaps a ...
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The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell, Volumen1 James Russell Lowell Vista completa - 1911 |
Términos y frases comunes
afore agin ain't aint airth Appledore arter ATLANTIC MONTHLY Auf wiedersehen beauty bein brain Clotho dark dear deep divine doth dream ears earth England eyes faith fancy feel feet feller folks fust give gret hand hath hear heart heaven heerd hope Hosea idees Jaalam ketch kind larn leaves letter life's light lives look Lowell mind Muse nater nature neath never night nothin o'er ollers once poem poet poor rhyme round Sawin sech seems silent sing Sir Launfal slavery song Sonnet soul spiles spirit sunshine sure sweet tell thee there's thet thet's thine things thou thought thout thru tion tree truth turn twixt verse Vinland warn't Whig Wilbur wind word write wun't Yankee
Pasajes populares
Página 292 - 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 110 - In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail ; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now ; This crust is my body broken for thee, This water his blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need j 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 68 - 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. 'Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves Of a legendary virtue carved upon our fathers
Página 67 - 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.1 And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Página 219 - GOD makes sech nights, all white an' still Fur 'z you can look or listen, Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in — There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) To bake ye to a puddin'.
Página 107 - 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 108 - But he who gives but a slender mite, And gives to that which is out of sight, That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty Which runs through all and doth all unite, — The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms, The heart outstretches its eager palms, For a god goes with it and makes it store To the soul that was starving in darkness before.
Página 67 - Truth alone is strong, And, albeit she wander outcast now, I see around her throng Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield her from all wrong.
Página 67 - 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 106 - 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.