An Ode For The Fourth Of July (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
October's leaf was sere; The day was dark and drear.Wild war was loosed in rage o'er our quiet country then; When at ...
SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,And ...
The wind blew free that morn that we, High-hearted, sailed away; Bound for Favonian islands blest, Remote within the utmost West, Beyond the golden ...
IIt was my lot of late to travel farThrough all America's domain,A willing, gray-haired servitorBearing the Fiery Cross of righteous ...
Written For Mr. Bryant's Seventieth BirthdayOur ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, Her rudder gone, her mainmast o'er the side;Her ...
Every toiler in his toil; Life is Work in Duty's hand, Art and Nature both demandDaily labour, midnight oil:Every workman for his ...
World! what a wonder is this, Grandly and simply sublime,--All the Atlantic abyss Leapt in a nothing of time!Even the steeds of ...
Down the long road, bent and brown, Youth, that dearly loves a vision, Ventures to the gate Elysian,As a pilgrim from the ...
High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways,Venturous, frank, romantic, vehement,All with inviolate honor sealed and blent,To the axe-edge that cleft ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
Hast thou thro' Eden's wild-wood vales, pursued Each mountain-scene, magnificently rude, Nor with attention's lifted eye, revered That modest stone, ...
O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,Hear ...
STONE-BRIGHT the street: it showed the wayto the crowd of clansmen. Corselets glistenedhand-forged, hard; on their harness brightthe steel ring ...
_A TALE OF PRINCE RUPERT_September 30: 1651Seventy league from Terceira they lay In the mid Atlantic straining;And inch upon inch ...
High-hearted queen, and woman sweet and strong! As queen above ...
I was the Widow McFarlane, Weaver of carpets for all the village. And I pity you still at the loom ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
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