Sunthin’ In The Pastoral Line (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
FAR in the west, where still the red man heldHis rights unrifled, dwelt an aged chief,With his young daughter. Joyous ...
I sometimes take you in my dreams to a far-off land I used to know,Back in the ages long ago; ...
PLUMED ranks of tall wild-cherryAnd birch surroundThe half-hid, solitaryOld burying-ground.All the low wall is crumbledAnd overgrown,And in the turf lies ...
Dormered and verandaed, cool,Locust-girdled, on the hill;Stained with weather-wear, and dull-Streak'd with lichens; every sillThresholding the beautiful;I can see it ...
"A SPANISH GIRL IN REVERIE,"SHE twirled the string of golden beads,That round her neck was hung,---My grandsire's gift; the good ...
AMID fresh roses wandering, and the softAnd delicate wealth of apple-blossoms spreadIn tender spirals of blent white and red,Round the ...
Girl of fifteen,I see you each morning from my windowAs you pass on your way to school.I do more than ...
We took a walk to Pamphy linns— Three other friends and I,Glad-hearted as when day begins With summer in the ...
A sweet love-song, whose early touch— Ere yet the master-hand grew strongTo strike the chords that felt at such The ...
Each in his narrow cell forever laid,The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.—Gray's ElegyThe mist lies on Glen Aymer hill, ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
Lying full-length upon the summer grass,And by the murmur of a summer stream,I heard the village bell, and turning roundTo ...
I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;But, wae's ...
On the slope, half-hid in grass, and right beneath the sounding wire,Lay the lark, the sweetest singer in the Heavenly ...
Ho! said the child, "how fine the horses go, With nodding plumes, with measured step and slow Who rides within ...
Without surprise, on that not distant shoreWandering feet mounting towards the treesA pilgrim guide, until, just as beforeThe infant brook ...
THE sky is dim and silent; lost are mirth, Colour, and motion; e'en the winds are dumb, Save for a ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
AS consequent from store of summer rains, Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing, Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations, Or ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
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