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 ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
My soul is grief. My soul is call Because I am a bird picked off. To death is doomed my wounded soul ...
A child sits in a sunny place, Too happy for a smile,And plays through one long holiday With balls to roll and ...
The vision of a haloed host That weep around an empty throne;And, aureoles dark and angels dead, Man with his own life ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Think, kind Jesu, my salvationCaused Thy wondrous Incarnation,Leave me not to reprobation.Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,On the Cross ...
1 BLESSED was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair,For all men's sake ...
The blessed damozel leaned outFrom the gold bar of Heaven;Her eyes were deeper than the depthOf waters stilled at even;She ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
Then former stars were faint and signs were fled. Dawn flamed and sleepers roused: you saw men's souls ...
The magpie and the bowerbird, its odd predilection unheard of by Marco Polo when he came upon, high in Badakhshan, ...
All Doctors and Confessors,Martyrs and holy Souls,Lighten my path of darknessWith your aureoles,When I come to die.Three times shall I ...
The weedy fallows winter-worn, Where cattle shiver under sodden hay. The plough-lands long and lorn-- ...
To-night the very horses springing by Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream The streets that narrow to ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And ...
FROM the cool and dark-lipped furrows Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland's purple plumage To the diamond night. Aureoles ...
LET us leave our island woods grown dim and blue; O'er the waters creeping the pearl dust of the eve ...
She'd look upon us, if she could, As hard as Rhadamanthus would; Yet one may see,-who sees her face, Her ...
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