The Biglow Papers (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--'Taint a knowin' kind o' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;Put ...
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--'Taint a knowin' kind o' cattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn;Put ...
KATE, they say, is seventeen- Do not count her sweet, you know.Arms of her are rather lean- Ditto, calves and feet, you ...
Through salt marsh, grassy channel where the shark'sA rumor &mdash lean, alongside &mdash rides out boat;For of us off with ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive risingBegins to possess the ground, the flatness gathersto little humps andbarrows, low aimless ...
When in the Scorpion circles lowThe sun with fainter, dreamier light,And at a far-off hint of snowThe giddy swallows take ...
In which calm home of happy life and loveLigged our Lord Buddha, knowing not of woe,Nor want, nor pain, nor ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
Say you have some great objective.Very well. Be calm, reflective;Make no vulgar show of vigor; 'tisn't good.Do not rush the ...
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray It be some dusty-roaded holiday, And even as in ...
"ROUGH pasture where the blackberries grow!- It bears upon its churlish face No sign of beauty, art, or ...
Somebody who should have been born is gone.Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from its ...
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mouth, each bud puffing out from ...
(Chirstmas Day, 1917)THE FIVE O'CLOCK prairie sunset is a strong man going to sleep after a long day in a ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
DRUM on your drums, batter on your banjoes, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen. ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
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