At The Burns Centennial (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
IA hundred years! they're quickly fled, With all their joy and sorrow;Their dead leaves shed upon the dead, Their fresh ones sprung ...
ILike a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter ...
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,--"To growl at something is the lot of all;Contentment is a gem ...
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes,Not with flatteries, but truths,Which tarnish not, but purifyTo light which dims the morning's eye.I ...
Of coursethose who are standing at the top of the stairsknowthey know everythingwith us it's differentsweepers of squareshostages of a ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,bred when he was brittle, bred when big,how he's sweating to support them.Which birthday ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
I. LET no man charge thee, woman if thou art, And therefore pitiful, to veil thine eyes From any naked ...
FANFARE of drums, wooden bells: iron chapter; And our dividing airs are gathered home. This day belong to a miracle ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace, And hostages doe offer for my truth: she cruell warriour doth ...
In line at lunch I cross my fork and spoon to ward off complicity--the ordered life our leaders have offered ...
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