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 ...
An Old-World tale. Who reads perchanceMay deem it dull or idly told,Preferring latter-day romanceWhere well trained hearts their loves unfold.Tuscany, ...
Afterwards,When huts they had procured and pelts and fire,And when the woman, joined unto the man,Withdrew with him into one ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool dampAnd lifts its head with twigs and small ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
Wherein,BY OCCASION OFThe Religious death of MistrisE L I Z A B E T H D R V R Y,the incommodities ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Richard, who now was half asleep,Roused, nor would longer silence keep;And sense like this, in vocal breath,Broke from his twofold ...
_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who buildThe bridges o'er swift rivers and abyssesBefore impassable to human feet,No less ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
PRELUDEALONG the roadside, like the flowers of goldThat tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,And the ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
SCEN. 1.Iris, Panace, Violetta.Ir. Curst was the wight that did in murther first Embrue his guilty hands: curst was that hand Which first was ...
IIn a far country, and a distant age,Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,A boy was born of ...
Part IMY loving countrymen, pray lend an ear, To this relation that I bring you here, My sufferings at large I will ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
HERMANN.THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with ...
Come queen of months in companyWi all thy merry minstrelsyThe restless cuckoo absent longAnd twittering swallows chimney songAnd hedge row ...
Remembering you is goodin prisonamid the newsof victory and deathas my fortieth year passes...Remembering you is goodyour handforgotten upon a ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
The dark-blue clouds of night in dusky lines,Drawn wide and streaky o'er the purer sky,Wear faint the morning purple on ...
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
I thank ye, my frien's, for the warmth o' your greetin':Ther' 's few airthly blessin's but wut's vain an' fleetin';But ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
The long-piled mountain-snows at last dissolve,Bursting the roaring river's brittle bonds.Ponderous the fragments down the cataract shoot,And, buried in the ...
THE APOLOGY.Quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes, “Water-grass, you know not what I do;Know not of my storms, nor ...
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