Fitz Adam’s Story (James Russell Lowell Poems)
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
I sit in my luxurious chair;Soft rugs caress my slippered feet;Within, a balmy, summer air;Without, a wintry storm of sleet.A ...
From the idyll "Wild Thorn and Lily"O Maytime woods! O Maytime lanes and hours!And stars, that knew how often there ...
The wind croons under the icicled eaves— Croons and mutters a wordless song,And the old elm chafes its skeleton leaves Against the ...
And I would have you clad like dominoesIn every stripe and lozenge you would dare,A gauged discord, irregular and clair,Or ...
Belgian, with cumbrous tread and iron boots, Who in the murky middle of the night, Designing to renew the foul pursuits In which ...
FROM early fire wendingThe smoke is ascending,And with the clouds blending,Awake, awake!From green covert creepingWild creatures are peeping,Fy! sloth of ...
Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me;He has no settled scheme or plan ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
"After a man has been married awhile,And his wife has grown used to his manner And style,When she knows form ...
In England, there are wrongs no doubt,Which should be righted; so men say,Who seek to weed earth's garden out,And give ...
All in green went my love ridingon a great horse of goldinto the silver dawn. Four lean hounds crouched low ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You'll long at last for slippered ease ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
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