The Dead House (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Here once my step was quickened, Here beckoned the opening door,And welcome thrilled from the threshold To the foot it had known ...
Here once my step was quickened, Here beckoned the opening door,And welcome thrilled from the threshold To the foot it had known ...
Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing,As sweet unto a shepherd as a king, And sweeter, too:For kings have ...
Like clustering tents upon the embattled mead, See Vitis thick her small pavilions spread. Beneath each silken veil, with studious care Five amorous ...
There are strange Hells within the minds War madeNot so often, not so humiliating afraidAs one would have expected - ...
"Let bygones be bygones,"-- they foolishly say, And bid me be wise and forget them;But old recollections are active to-day, And I ...
When I remember plain heroic strengthAnd shining virtue shown by Ypres pools,Then read the blither written by knaves for foolsIn ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, Oh, weep with me for the luckless GlugsOf the land of ...
A month ago the world grew grey fer me; A month ago the light went out fer Rose.To 'er they ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake,Shadows of the dappled deer, ...
SOFT blows the breeze, the sun shines bright, The birds sing loud and gay; But from the castle on the ...
Oh, we might have a marvellous city Were we only less keen on cashLess avid for things -- more's the ...
Crushing in my hand The bay as I pass, Drinking in its fragrance With the sea's scent, ...
A ROBIN in the morning,In the morning early,Sang a song of warning,"There'll be rain, there'll be rain."Very,very clearly From the ...
Why have you stolen my delight In all the golden shows of SpringWhen every cherry-tree is white And in the ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
A ROBIN in the morning, In the morning early, Sang a song of warning, "There'll be rain, there'll be rain." ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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