The Oak (James Russell Lowell Poems)
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his! There needs no crown to mark the forest's king;How in his leaves ...
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his! There needs no crown to mark the forest's king;How in his leaves ...
I SAT within my tranquil room;The twilight shadows sank and roseWith slowly flickering motions, wavedGrotesquely through the dusk repose;There came ...
WHEN Heaven was stormy, Earth was cold,And sunlight shunned the wold and wave,--Thought burrowed in the churchyard mould,And fed on ...
"What though the Isthmus lacks an ocean-gate,Delve not the soil! If Jove had willed it so,His watchful power had opened ...
You, dear, have heard me vaunt a memory The which by trodden paths will ...
ON Dinan's walls the morning sunlight plays, Gilds the stern fortress with a crown of rays, Shines on the children's ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Who shall be our prophet then,Chosen from all the sons of menTo lead his fellows on the wayOf hidden knowledge, ...
And this is the end of it all!It rounds the years completeness,Though only a walk to the stileThrough fields a-foam ...
LABORARE est orare: We, black-visaged sons of toil, From the coal-mine and the anvil And the delving of the soil,-- ...
Rich Man, Poor Man --Oh, joy that burns in Denver tavern! The lights, the drink, the ceaseless play! A kingdom, ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
One in 250 Cambodians, or 40,000 people, have lost a limb to a landmine. -Newsfront, U.N. Development Programme Communications Office ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Though for your sake I would not have you now So near to me tonight as now you are, God ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
The day was here when it was his to know How fared the barriers he had built between His triumph ...
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