Villa Franca (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Wait a little: do _we_ not wait?Louis Napoleon is not Fate,Francis Joseph is not Time;There's One hath swifter feet than ...
Wait a little: do _we_ not wait?Louis Napoleon is not Fate,Francis Joseph is not Time;There's One hath swifter feet than ...
COME, all you sailors of the southern waters, You apparitions of the Spanish main,Who dyed the jewelled depths blood-red with slaughters, You ...
The last time I saw Donald ArmstrongHe was staggering oddly off into the sun,Going down, off the Philippine Islands.I let ...
Of life's elixir I had writ, when sleep(Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!)Settled upon my senses with ...
He tripped up the steps with a bow and a smile, Offering snuff to the chaplain the while, A rose at his ...
Let the headsman's black axe severThe thread of life the Highest spun;Immortal thought it will not bring to ruin,The spirit's ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time.Well, be it ...
Is it the petals falling from the rose? For in the silence I can hear a sound Nearer than mine ...
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn' There lies a castle in Austria, Right goodly to behold, Walled tip ...
So would a soul, if that it did but know (Being form'd in ...
Beetling walls with ivy grown,Frowning heights of mossy stone;Turret, with its flaunting flagFlung from battlemented crag;Dungeon-keep and fortaliceLooking down a ...
When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;Tribal ...
"II'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim, Walking before some wretch foredoomed to death, Who counts the pantings of ...
For thy dear safety, not for mine own ease, I am thus kindly cruel, unhappy girl! Securer far than thine, ...
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and ...
Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true. And the line where the incoming swell from ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady, The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time. Well, be ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
Sir William Wallace of Ellerslie, I'm told he went to the High School in Dundee, For to learn to read ...
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