Heartsease And Rue: Friendship (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy as spring, though the year was in decay,I lading my pipe, she stirring ...
Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strainsThe heifer wondering forgot to graze,The lynx stood awe-struck, and the ...
Comes on a quarrel stormy and stern, if brief,'Tween the two foe friends, this demanding whatCannot be;--who immunity shall secure'Gainst ...
TO POLLIO, DAMON, ALPHESIBOEUSOf Damon and Alphesiboeus now,Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strainsThe heifer wondering forgot to graze,The lynx stood ...
Up to Dunbar our Cromwell went,Not to invade was his intent;But they who first King Charles soldNow turn their backs ...
MEN! if manhood still ye claim,If the Northern pulse can thrill,Roused by wrong or stung by shame,Freely, strongly still;Let the ...
All woman-kind are of intellect deficient;And the voluntary causes of all life's ills.Thou mayst be straight and even with them;But ...
First did I fear, when first my love began,Possessed in fits by watchful jealousyI sought to keep what I by ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
My lady sat in her bower, and span From a newly plenished creel; She loved the wild sea noise that ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
THEN he goes to his chamber, a grief-song chantsalone for his lost. Too large all seems,homestead and house. So the ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
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