Under The Old Elm (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
As once, if not with light regard,I read aright that gifted bard,(Him whose school above the restHis loveliest Elfin Queen ...
Dear Sir, methinks I see you smile,To find the muse does you beguile.Stealing upon you by a wile,And in a ...
TERCENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONAPRIL 23, 1864"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,Where Genoa's roving mariner ...
SHE rose amid the Nations, tall and fair, The wide South seas kissed at her garment hem, Lights of new ...
O pallid spectre of the midnight skies,Whose phantom features in the dome of NightElude the keenest gaze of wistful eyes,Till ...
A race of nobles may die out, A royal line may leave no heir;Wise Nature sets no guards about Her pewter plate ...
(As it appeared during a snowstorm.)THE chiselled fineness we can but surmise;All that is delicate in form and mouldTo-day has ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Thou awful sea!—upon this shingly beach Of Aldborough I pace:—my gazing eye Thy world of waters lost in the dim ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago -- And now she turns Her perfect ...
WHO has gone farthest? For lo! have not I gone farther? And who has been just? For I would be ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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