Eurydice (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
SOLE partner of my heart! remov'd from all,Here on the lonely shore to thee I call;The waves which raise their ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in the ...
Bronze Orpheus crosses the field,Playing a guitar without strings.He's called up springtimes and windsAnd now pours his grief in the ...
Eurydice eludes the darkTo follow Orpheus, the LarkThat leads her to the dawnWith rhapsodies of star delight,Till, looking backward in ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Alpha and Omega, sadness and mirth, The springing music, and its wasting breath--The fairest things in life are Death and ...
I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the ...
Fair Celia! when I prais'd your Charms,Your lovely Face and circling Arms;Your sparkling Eyes so full of Fire,That kindle at ...
IAs sentient as a wedding-bell,The vibrant air throbs calling herWhose eager body, earwise curved,Leans listening at the heart of hell.She ...
Loved alike by Air and Water Aye must be Thessalia's daughter; To us, Olympian hearts, are given Spells that draw ...
Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries, And hardly for the storm and ruin shed Can ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Orpheus he went, as poets tell, To fetch Eurydice from hell; And had her, but it was upon This short, ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Orpheus, the night is full of tears and cries, And hardly for the storm and ruin shed Can even thine ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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