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 ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold unionShown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd;any a name ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
A Fantastic Ballad"You in the sunshine, Mannikin,Will you be the Flower King?Ever runs your courage high,Tinge us with your blood's ...
Among the purple buds, like laden censers,Careless upon the wind the catkins swing;They lay a golden spell upon the morning.From ...
Nicotia, dearer to the MuseThan all the grape's bewildering juice,We worship, unforbid of thee;And as her incense floats and curlsIn ...
Last Wen'sday, when Jupiter rose to survey The annual return and procession of May, Concluding, the lady with Venus and ...
THE proper way to eat a fig, in society,Is to split it in four, holding it by the stump,And open ...
606The Trees like Tassels-hit-and swung-There seemed to rise a TuneFrom Miniature CreaturesAccompanying the Sun-Far Psalteries of Summer-Enamoring the EarThey never ...
In the black flower of midnight—at the heartAnd midmost auricle of secrecy,There lies the golden fire-seed that shall beThe day's ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying ...
The Lilac is an ancient shrub But ancienter than that The Firmamental Lilac Upon the Hill tonight -- The Sun ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" When night comes, I am so flushed with wine, I undo ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
In some summers there is so much fruit, the peasants decide not to reap any more. Not having reaped you, ...
Rose, you majesty-once, to the ancients, you were just a calyx with the simplest of rims. But for us, you ...
The ground verdigris, fluffy with young mosquitoes. Waters as sacred as these, as fatted with reeds. Bronze palm planted to ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
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