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 ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
IMy day began not till the twilight fell,And, lo, in ether from heaven's sweetest well,The New Moon swam divinely isolateIn ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,In these three years, since I to thee inscribed,Mine own betrothed, the firstlings ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breastRuns a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on ...
Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair,Together dwelt (no matter where),To whom an Uncle Sam, or some one,Had left a house ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
A BALLADI'What fairings will ye that I bring?' Said the King to his daughters three;'For I to Vanity Fair am bound,Now ...
IN ACKNOWLEDGING A TOAST TO THE SMITH PROFESSORI rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know,With the impromptu I promised ...
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
Written For Mr. Bryant's Seventieth BirthdayOur ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, Her rudder gone, her mainmast o'er the side;Her ...
Wait a little: do _we_ not wait?Louis Napoleon is not Fate,Francis Joseph is not Time;There's One hath swifter feet than ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
'Come forth!' my catbird calls to me, 'And hear me sing a cavatinaThat, in this old familiar tree, Shall hang a garden ...
What man would live coffined with brick and stone, Imprisoned from the healing touch of air, And cramped with selfish landmarks everywhere,When ...
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