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 ...
LAND of soft showers and far-extending vales,And woodlands fanned by summer's gentlest gales,And streams, that glisten as they steal, half ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
Delightful visions of my lonely hours! Charm of my life and solace of my care! Oh! would the muse but lend proportioned ...
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's earSo charming left his voice, that he a whileThought him still speaking, still stood ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
Containing the Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ; together with some further privileges and grounds of comfort to ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
A man in love sees wonders naturally.Ours sole,--abnormal gifts but gradual given,Can make participable his starry views,And intuitions spiritual instilled,May ...
But what in either sex, beyondAll parts, our glory crowns?'In ruffling seasons to be calm,And smile, when fortune frowns.'Heaven's choice ...
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
EXERCISE.Thro' various toils th' adventurous Muse has past;But half the toil, and more than half, remains.Rude is her Theme, and ...
Some, fearing Marie's tale was o'er, Lamented that they heard no more; While Brehan, from her broken lay, Portended what she yet might ...
Of Walking the Streets by Day.Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful laysThe proper implements for wintry ways;Has taught ...
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how ...
From the great sun light flows upon the earth; And every thing that lives this summer morn Looks joyous; all along the ...
ONCE on the throne of Argos sat a maid,Daphles the fair; serene and unafraidShe ruled her realm, for the rough ...
I.'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night -The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;Nought is seen in ...
Oh happy you! who blest with present bliss See not with fatal prescience future tears, Nor the dear moment of enjoyment miss Through ...
And now the Angel, from the trembling sight,Veil'd the wide world-when sudden shades of nightMove o'er the ethereal vault; the ...
I.Of chance or change O let not man complain,Else shall he never never cease to wail:For, from the imperial dome, ...
The days how few, how short the yearsOf man's too rapid race!Each leaving, as it swiftly flies,A shorter in its ...
I.Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climbThe steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar!Ah! who can tell ...
I.'TIS the middle watch of a summer's night -The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright;Nought is seen in ...
ERST, when the Muse of Pity o'er me stole,And kindled new ideas in my soul;When Nature's rude effusions pour'd along,Impell'd ...
Old Chaucer doth of Thopas tell,Mad Rabelais of Pantagruel,A latter third of Dowsabell,With such poor trifles playing;Others the like have ...
______ Campos, ubi Troja fuit.Virg.Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring landsMidst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,And sees each ...
I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet's softest ...
In one dark age, beneath a single hand,Thus rose an empire in the savage land.Her golden seats, with following years, ...
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