An Epistle To George William Curtis (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
O thou who first uplifted in such darkSo clear a torch aloft, who first shed lightUpon the profitable ends of ...
O thou who first uplifted in such darkSo clear a torch aloft, who first shed lightUpon the profitable ends of ...
THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!Like the oak of the mountain, ...
Inscribed, and Sacred to the Memory of the Rev. Dr. John Campbell, of London, who died March 26, 1867.Oh, faithful ...
I think that though the clouds be dark, That though the waves dash o'er the bark, Yet after while the light will ...
There's a fountain of Fable whose magical power Time's ravages all could repair,And replace the bowed form and the tottering step, The ...
I THINK that though the clouds be dark,That though the waves dash o'er the bark.Yet after while the light will ...
Behold, I would speak not in command,For unto youth, command is like a lash,And youth may not run beneath a ...
(Presbyter of Christ in America, 1683-1708)To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise too long ...
In shadowy formation up they rise,Dusky raiders with their bat-like wings.The night is studded with a thousand eyesAnd its dim ...
White clouds are sailing above the Mountain Jiuyi;Riding the wind, the Princesses descend the green hills.Once they speckled the bamboos ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
ll. 684-703) Long she pled, and urged him all the day to thatdark deed, to disobey their Lord's command. Close ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
O SINGERS who tellOf the glory of light, the music of leaves, the voice of the sea;And poets who chant ...
Out from his bed the breaking seasBy waking eyes unseenNow fall, aquatic creatures whirlAnd he whirls through the ambient green.The ...
How many will come after mesinging as well as I sing, none better;Telling the heart of their truthas I have ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night, Beating its wings against the prison bars, Longing to reach the ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
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