History (Robert Lowell Poem)
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious ...
A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers ...
No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray, no longer the bubble house of childhood's tumbling Mother Goose ...
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
He is a link between this and the coming world. He is A pure spring from which all thirsty souls ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
When like an eaglet I first found my Love, For that the virtue I thereof would know, Upon the nest ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Eternal Power, of earth and air! Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
SLEEP'ST thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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