Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoratio (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate ...
I Eve goes slowly Dancing lightlyClad with shadow up the hills; Birds their singing Cease at last, and silenceFalling like fine rain the valley ...
'For he to-day that sheds his blood with meShall be my brother . . . . .And gentlemen in England ...
Oh! say you so, bold sailorIn the sun-lit deeps of sky!Dost thou so soon the seed-time tellIn thy imperial cry,As ...
One noonday, at my window in the town, I saw a sight — saddest that eyes can see — Young soldiers marching ...
Sleep, sleep, you great and dim trees, sleeping onThe still warm, tender cheek of night,And with her cloudy hairBrushed: sleep, ...
Two pilgrims on a pleasant road set forth: Green was the herbage by their journey--side; Through deep and shrubby dells their way ...
Weave cunningly the web Of twilight, O thou subtle-fingered Eve!And at the slow day's ebb With small blue stars the purple curtain ...
'There needs no crown to mark the forest's king.'Thus, long ago thou sang'st the sound-heart treeSacred to sovereign Jove, and ...
Wattled, blink-eyed,Rested 'pon a lily-pad of ease;Sunnin' neath a golden sun,Baskin' neath a frost-white moon;Lollin', easeful, gazin' at the stars,He ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
"AT table yonder sits the man we seek, Beside the ingle, where the crimson flare Reveals him through the ...
(Melbourne)HERE to the parks they come,The scourings of the town,Like weary wounded animalsSeeking where to lie them down.Brothers, let us ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
You made us hopeful, LORD; where is your Hope when every lovely Rainbow bright and chill reflects your Will? You ...
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed, Scented and warm against my beating breast; To whisper soft and ...
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