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 ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
SCENE 1.-PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN. ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS.RAPHAEL:The sun makes music as of oldAmid ...
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid.Act 1PrologueLadies and gentlemen and the day!All ye made of sweet human clay!Let ...
Man is a creature of a thousand whims;The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.Through toil and martyrdom a million ...
IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,By nature inhumaine, much given to ...
I Put a sun in Sunday, Sunday. Eleven please ten hoop. Hoop. Cousin coarse in coarse in soap. Cousin coarse in soap sew up. ...
WHAT secret charm, long whispering in mine ear,Allures, attracts, compels, and chains me here,Where murmuring echoes call me to resignTheir ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
Everye pylde pedlarWyll be a medlarThough ther myttes be drowsyeAnd ther lernynge lowsyeTher meters all mangyeRashe, rurall, and grangyeYet wyll ...
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
Mrs. McNair Was tall and fair; Mrs. McNair was slim;She had flashing black eyes and raven hair;But a very remarkably modest air;And ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
Army of Northern Virginia, army of legend,Who were your captains that you could trust them so surely?Who were your battle-flags?Call ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
Of old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us ...
PHI BETA KAPPA ODEHARVARD UNIVERSITYJune 30, 1910IAll day long in the city's canyon-street, With its populous cliffs alive on either side, I ...
IWAYNE was looking near and farAfter the theatre to find his car.He had taken his wife to the play that ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
Oft hast thou told me, Dick, in friendly Part.That the Usurper Love has seiz'd thy Heart;But thou art young, and, ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,Ride to-day ...
While Pow'r triumphant bears unrival'd Sway,Propt by the Aid of all-prevailing Gold;While bold Corruption blasts the Face of Day,And Men, ...
Two years have elapsed since the verse of S. W. Met your bright eyes like a fanciful gem;With that kind of ...
I stood at eve, as the sun went down, by a grave where a woman lies,Who lured men's souls to ...
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loudThe galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.In flaming line the telltales of the ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
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