Heartsease and Rue, Issue 2

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1888 - Literary Criticism - 218 pages
 

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Page 49 - WHO does his duty is a question Too complex to be solved by me, But he, I venture the suggestion, Does part of his that plants a tree.
Page 89 - Phcebe f is all it has to say In plaintive cadence o'er and o'er, Like children that have lost their way, And know their names, but nothing more. ? Is it a type, since Nature's Lyre Vibrates to every note in man, Of that insatiable desire, Meant to be so since life began...
Page 162 - sa deal of sugar in the sun 1 Tap me in Indian summer, I should run A juice to make rock-candy of, — but then We get such weather scarce one year in ten. " There was a parlor in the house, a room To make you shudder with its prudish gloom. The furniture stood round with such an air, There seemed an old maid's ghost in every chair Which looked as it had scuttled to its place And pulled extempore a Sunday face, Too smugly proper for a world of sin, Like boys ou whom the minister comes in. The table,...
Page 137 - t was buried men's thinking with which you Gave the ripe mellow tone to your mind. I heard the proud strawberry saying, " Only look what a ruby I Ve made ! " It forgot how the bees in their Maying Had brought it the stuff for its trade. And yet there 's the half of a truth in it, And my Lord might his copyright sue ; For a thought 's his who kindles new youth in it, Or so puts it as makes it more true.
Page 45 - NEW ENGLAND'S poet, rich in love as years, 'Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooks Dance in thy verse ; to her grave sylvan nooks Thy steps allure us, which the wood-thrush hears As maids their lovers', and no treason fears ; Through thee her Merrimacs and Agiochooks And many a name uncouth win gracious looks, Sweetly familiar to both Englands...
Page 138 - MY heart, I cannot still it, Nest that had song-birds in it; And when the last shall go, The dreary days, to fill it, Instead of lark or linnet, Shall whirl dead leaves and snow. Had they been swallows only, Without the passion stronger That skyward longs and sings...
Page 175 - And full they were of pious plums, So extra-super-moral, — For sucking Virtue's tender gums Most tooth-enticing coral. A clean, fair copy she prepares, Makes sure of moods and tenses, With her own hand, — for prudence spares A...
Page 17 - Whom he had seen, or knew from others' sight, And make them men to me as ne'er before; Not seldom, as the undeadened fibre stirred Of noble friendships knit beyond the sea, German or French thrust by the lagging word, For a good leash of mother-tongues had he. At last, arrived at where our paths divide, 'Good night !' and, ere the distance grew too wide, 'Good night !' again ; and now with cheated ear I half hear his who mine shall never hear. Sometimes it seemed as if New England air For his large...
Page 26 - re the old Wendell still to me, — And that '» the youngest man alive. The gray-blue eyes, I see them still, The gallant front with brown o'erhung, The shape alert, the wit at will, The phrase that stuck, but never stung. You keep your youth as yon Scotch firs, Whose gaunt line my horizon hems, Though twilight all the lowland blurs, Hold sunset in their ruddy stems.
Page 9 - His magic was not far to seek, — He was so human ! Whether strong or weak, Far from his kind he neither sank nor soared, But sate an equal guest at every board : No beggar ever felt him condescend, No prince presume ; for still himself he bare At manhood's simple level, and where'er He met a stranger, there he left a friend.

About the author (1888)

James Russell Lowell (February 22, 1819 - August 12, 1891) was an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associated with the Fireside Poets, a group of New England writers. But Lowell's real strengths as a writer are better found in his prose essays than in his verse. A man great in literary learning (he was professor of belles-lettres at Harvard College for many years), wise and passionate in his commitments, he was a great upholder of tradition and value. His essays on the great writers of England and Europe still endure, distinguished not only by their astute insights into the literary classics of Western culture, but also by their spectacular style and stunning wit. Lowell graduated from Harvard College in 1838 and went on to earn a law degree from Harvard Law School. He published his first collection of poetry in 1841. Nor was Lowell merely a dweller in an ivory tower. In his youth, he worked passionately for the cause of abolition, risking his literary reputation for a principle that he saw as absolute. In his middle years, he was founding editor of the Atlantic Monthly and guided it during its early years toward its enormous success. In his final years, this great example of American character and style represented the United States first as minister to Spain (1877--80), and afterwards to Great Britain (1880--85). Lowell was married twice: First to the poet Mary White Lowell, who died of tuberculosis, and second to Frances Dunlap. He died on August 12, 1891, at his home, Elmwood. He was buried in Mount Auburn Cemetery.

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