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 ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
Can we e'er forget our boyhood, And the days we spent at school, With the jolly youths and maidens Who with pencil for ...
Say, I've got a little brother,Never teased to have him, nuther, But he's here;They just went ahead and bought him,And, last ...
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless ...
Musing on the changes that are observable in many of the scenes we contemplate, the circumstance of the spot on ...
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Publication -- is the Auction Of the Mind of Man -- Poverty -- be justifying For so foul a thing ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
I This is the sunburnt bushman who Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. II This is the Push from Waterloo That ...
The illustration is nothing to you without the application. You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down into ...
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