The Voyage To Vinland: Bioern’s Beckoners (James Russell Lowell Poems)
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
GLAUCUS, the fisher, sat his tossing craft:The sun was dying on the Roman lake,And, save where Day, departing, grimly laughed,The ...
Against the sunset's glowing wallThe city towers rise black and tall,Where Zorah, on its rocky height,Stands like an armed man ...
SWEET sister, thou art very beautiful,Thy wild and dark eye-flashes, burns and glowsWith glorious spirit-lustre, and a spellOf deep and ...
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,Sail as far as ships can sail, and ...
How sweet and solemn, all alone,With reverend steps, from stone to stoneIn a small village churchyard lying,O'er intervening flowers to ...
FROM garish light and life apart,Shrined in the woodland's secret heart,With delicate mists of morning furledFantastic o'er its shadowy world,The ...
A little while, a little while,The noisy crowd are barred away;And I can sing and I can smileA little while ...
for Doug LangThey came here first in a car shaped like a heartand now they depart as brilliant jazz musicians.They ...
Now that the chill October day is declining,Pull the blinds, draw each voluminous curtainTill the room is full of gloom ...
A note so near the dawnToo timid was to stayTill shadows all were gone,But, dreamlike, sped awayWhile paled the hesitating ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
DO you remember all the sunny places, Where in bright days, long past, we played together? Do you remember all ...
Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection,A Brahms intermezzo will wound me-I'll start,Remember that summer, the flowerbed garden,The walks and ...
Before the winter's haunted nights are o'er, I thankfully rejoice, that stars look down Above the darkened streets, and I ...
When I want a shapeful dream I write poetry, And when I want a dreamlike shape I paint; When I ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
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