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 ...
A legend of Ancient Eire a song of Conor and Mona,Who lived near the Halls of Fiarna, and loved in ...
The bullet in the marble breast, the gash upon the brow, You raised us on the bloody planks with wild and ...
THEY glare-those stony eyes! That in the fierce sun-rays Showered from these burning skies, Through untold centuriesHave kept their sleepless and unwinking gaze. ...
A Prize Birthday Poem, 1885.We do not sing of vast domain-- Empires as vast as ours are seen,And o'er their millions ...
O THE GREY, grey company Of the pallid dawn! O the ghostly faces Ashen-like and drawn! The Lord's lone sentinels ...
Thou sombre lady of down-bended head,And weary lashes drooping to the cheek,With sweet sad fold of lips uncomforted,And listless hands ...
WHERE are the tamers of the deep,The gallant and the brave?Heaven's angry whirlwinds o'er them sweep,Cold ocean is their grave.Was ...
For I must sing of all I feel and know,Waiting with Memnon passive near the palms,Until the heavenly light doth ...
Thou grim physician, armed with septic shears,Thou that dissemblest even in death's reposeEarth's quiet pulse and her remedial throes,How dull ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
I thought I plunged into that dire Abyss Which is Oblivion, the house of Death. I thought there ...
Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring forth;Now I stand where I then stood drinking ...
A TOAST to the Fools! Pierrot, Pantaloon, Harlequin, Clown, Merry-Andrew, Buffoon -- Touchstone and Triboulet -- all of the tribe. ...
Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife,Are always expecting too much out of life.They wail an' they fretJust ...
With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fillThe crevices in grave plots' broken stones.The bees renew the blossoms they destroy,While in ...
When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'erSome French play-(though I have my private ...
Last night I slipt from the banks of dream And swam in the currents of God, On a tide where ...
The gnarled boughs hand darkling down, And biers sweep my knees;The moon is low, like a gold lamp, ...
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