The Nest (James Russell Lowell Poems)
MAYWhen oaken woods with buds are pink, And new-come birds each morning sing,When fickle May on Summer's brink Pauses, and knows not ...
MAYWhen oaken woods with buds are pink, And new-come birds each morning sing,When fickle May on Summer's brink Pauses, and knows not ...
ALL my days are clear again and gentle with forgetting, Mornings cool with graciousness of time passed stilly by.Evening sweet with ...
Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes:One hand among the deep curls of her brow,I drank the girlhood ...
Long ago there was an immortal manwho lived on the slope of Shooting Mountainriding clouds and commanding flying dragonshe did ...
I still remember our drinking tea in GuangzhouAnd your asking for verses in Chongqing as the leaves yellowed.Back in the ...
YOU hid the love in your eyes- How could you think I knew?It was only a step to his comforting From the ...
Heartbreak that is too new Can not be used to makeBeauty that will startle; That takes an old heartbreak.Old heartbreaks are old ...
Upon my breastFloats a boat of heartbreakAnd I have just embarked;There's not a single day when wavesDo not soak my ...
Thrice turned she in her narrow bed, His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that lay So ...
Ah, little did my mother think,When to me she sung,What a heartbreak I would be,Her young and dautit son.And oh! ...
Prelude in C Minor, Opus 28.From whirlwind to shower,From noon-glare to shadow,From the plough to the vesper,A day is gone.From ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me, The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
Dogs have a sense beyond our ken - At least my little Trixie had: Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when ...
I AM singing to you Soft as a man with a dead child speaks; Hard as a man in handcuffs, ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
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