Arcadia Rediviva (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
AND can it be you've found a placeWithin this consecrated space,That makes so fine a show,For one of Rip Van ...
"AND Smith has made money?""O, no; that's a myth:Smith never made moneyBut money made Smith!"_______________A sculptor is Deming-a great man, ...
Last night some yellow letters fellFrom out a scrip I found by chance;Among them was the silent ghost,The spirit of ...
"Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,A penny for three tries!"Some threw and lost, some threw and wonA ten-a-penny prize.She was ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
The chuck wagon trailer had just got his cardTo attend the spring round up. He stood in the yardAnd studied ...
King of all the old town, gaoler, censor, too,Bane of heavy sinners doing things they shouldn't do, Terror of ...
A TOAST to the Fools! Pierrot, Pantaloon, Harlequin, Clown, Merry-Andrew, Buffoon -- Touchstone and Triboulet -- all of the tribe. ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
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