Fitz Adam’s Story (James Russell Lowell Poems)
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
A cloud of darkness has appearedfrom the mountains and the forest:does it mean a gentle drizzleor a terrifying tempest?Ah, granddad, ...
Was there a wind? Tap. tap. Night pads upon the snow with moccasined feet. and it is still. so still. ...
Ah, paled and faded leaf. of spring agone,Whither goest thou? Art speeding toAnother land upon the brooklet's breast?Or art thou ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
THE CONFIDANT.Anna was young and lovely--in her eyeThe glance of beauty, in her cheek the dye:Her shape was slender, and ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
It sometimes happens that the woman you meet and fall in love with is of that strange Transylvanian people with ...
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- She felled -- He did not fall -- Impaled Him on ...
Dark HORROR, hear my call! Stern Genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss-cankered seat, Beneath the Abbey's ...
I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand ...
This I saw with my own eyes: A cliff-swallow Made her nest in a hole of the high clay-bank There ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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