Fragments Of An Unfinished Poem (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
O days endeared to every Muse,When nobody had any Views,Nor, while the cloudscape of his mindBy every breeze was new ...
WHAT shall we mourn? For the prostrate tree that sheltered the young green wood?For the fallen cliff that fronted the ...
I cannot make him dead! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study-chair; Yet, when my eyes, now ...
Died at Hartford, January 29th, 1862, aged 92.We saw him on a winter's day, Beneath the hallowed dome,Where for so many ...
Dark hours of tearless, sleepless grief,Of woe, denied the soft reliefOf tears, to soothe the burning smartThat throbs and festers ...
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay-Stay till the good old year,So long companion of our way,Shakes hands, and leaves ...
The knell was tolled--the requiem sung, The solemn burial-service read;And tributes from the heart and tongue Were rendered to the dead.The dead?--Religion ...
She lay asleep, and her face shone white As under a snowy veil,And the waxen hands clasped on her breast Were full ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
A LANE of elms in June;-the air Of eve is cool and calm and sweet. See! straying here a ...
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!The Deil's forhooit his ain!His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,For the Deil's forhooit ...
Sweep up the flure, Janet;Put on anither peat.It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,And nowther cauld nor weet.It's the ...
"OWD PINDER were a rackless foo, An' spent his days i' spreein'; At th' end ov every drinkin'-do, ...
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
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