The Works of James Russell Lowell, เล่มที่ 9Houghton, Mifflin, 1890 |
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หน้า 177 - Soon come the darkness and the cold. Greatly begin ! though thou have time But for a line, be that sublime, — Not failure, but low aim, is crime. Ah, with what lofty hope we came ! But we forget it, dream of fame, And scrawl, as I do here, a name.
หน้า 60 - Should bloom, after cycles of struggle and scathe With a single anemone trembly and rathe ; His strength is so tender, his wildness so meek, That a suitable parallel sets one to seek, — He 's a John Bunyan Fouqué, a Puritan Tieck ; When Nature was shaping him, clay was not granted For making so
หน้า 85 - d rather by half make a drum of the shell, And rattle away till he 's old as Methusalem, At the head of a march to the last new Jerusalem. " There goes Halleck, whose Fanny 's a pseudo Don Juan, With the wickedness out that gave salt to the true
หน้า 155 - Except for him who hath the secret learned To mix his blood with sunshine, and to take The winds into his pulses. Hush ! 't is he ! My oriole, my glance of summer fire, Is come at last, and, ever on the watch, Twitches the packthread I had lightly wound
หน้า 173 - And ever it sang, " Be mine ! " Then sweeter it sang and ever sweeter, And said, " I am thine, thine, thine I " At the first Leaf she grew pale enough, At the second she turned aside, At the third, 't was as if a lily flushed With a rose's red heart's tide.
หน้า 173 - Good counsel gave the bird," said she, " I have my hope thrice o'er, For they sing to my very heart," she said, " And it sings to them evermore." She brought to him her beauty and truth, But and broad earldoms three, •^ And he made her queen of the broader lands He held of his lute in fee.
หน้า 60 - s Cooper, who 's written six volumes to show He 's as good as a lord : well, let 's grant that he 's so; If a person prefer that description of praise, Why, a coronet 's certainly cheaper than bays ; But he need take no pains to convince us he 's
หน้า 54 - While, borne with the rush of the metre along, The poet may chance to go right or go wrong, Content with the whirl and delirium of song ; Then his grammar 's not always correct, nor his rhymes, And he 's prone to repeat his own lyrics sometimes,
หน้า 38 - first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on, Whose prose is grand verse, while his verse, the Lord knows, Is some of it pr— No, 't is not even prose ; I 'm speaking of metres ; some poems have welled From those rare depths of soul that have ne'er been excelled ; They 're not epics,
หน้า 43 - Yonder, calm as a cloud, Alcott stalks in a dream, And fancies himself in thy groves, Academe, With the Parthenon nigh, and the olive-trees o'er him, And never a fact to perplex him or bore him, With a snug room at Plato's when uight comes, to walk to, And people from morning till midnight to talk