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 ...
MINNESOTA---When Mollie and I were married from the dear old cottage-home, In the vale between the hills of fir and pine,I ...
A farmer travelling with his loadPicked up a horseshoe in the road,And nailed it fast to his barn door,That Luck ...
Komm Freund! wir wollen Schaefer werden.Dies stille Volk besitzet nochDie suesse Ruh, das Glueck der Erden.Was zauderst du? Komm Freund! ...
The sun hath shed its kindly light, Our harvesting is gladly o'er Our fields have felt no killing blight, Our bins are filled ...
This seablue fir that rode the mountain stormIs swaddled here in splints of tin to die.Sofas around in chubby velvet ...
It is the summer bears ruled, the last summerof pure breathlessnesswhen I moved unaware, taken inby the netted branches of ...
WHAT is the daily bread,Father, we ask of Thee, -We, who must still be fedOut of Thy bounty free?Not at ...
Crispy air and azure skies,High above, a white cloud flies,Bright as newly fallen snow.Oh the joy to those who know ...
WHERE love once was, let there be no hate:Though they that went as one by night and dayGo now alone,Where ...
CEASE to call him sad and sober, Merriest of months, October! Patron of the bursting bins, Reveler in wayside inns, ...
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry it's quite exciting: shirt open bellies ...
NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough And gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love ...
How can it be that I forget The way he phrased my doom, When I recall the arabesques That carpeted ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
Command the roof, great Genius, and from thence Into this house pour down thy influence, That through each room a ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
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