Heartsease And Rue: Friendship (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;A lad quite ignorant ...
A GASCON (being heard one day to swear,That he'd possess'd a certain lovely fair,)Was played a wily trick, and nicely ...
I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath ...
Poet-Astronomer, who night by nightGod's star-page scanned, yet failed to read aright,Where throughout space His alphabet of sunsSpells Life, in ...
A beckoning spirit of gladness seemed afloat,That lightly danced in laughing air before us:The earth was all in tune, and ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
Tonight as I was riding on a wave Of triumph and of glory, A Question suddenly, as from the ...
I also loved, and the restless breaths Of sleeplessness, fluttering through darkness, Out of the park would downward drift To ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
I As eons of incalculable strife Are in the vision of one moment caught, So are the common, concrete things ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
IN tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, Behold her, daughter of a ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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