Columbus (James Russell Lowell Poems)
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed,There came before my eyes that wonted threadOf shapes, and shadows, and ...
IIn a detachment cool as the glint of lighton wet roads through wet spruce, or iced mountainshailed from the sea ...
THE dim and wintry river liesTorpid and ice-bound, like a giant snake;And, shouldering round his course, the mountains rise,Hedging his ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
SCALY with poison, bright with flame,Great fungi steam beside the gate,Run tentacles through flagstone cracks,Or claw beyond, where meditateWet poplars ...
PURPLE headland over yonder, Fleecy, sun-extinguished moon,I am here alone, and ponder On the theme of Afternoon.Past has made a groove for ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
, So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; ...
"Sleep, love, sleep! The dusty day is done. Lo! from afar the freshening breezes sweep Wide over groves of balm, ...
Here is the pool, and there the waterfall;This is the bank; keep out of sight, and crawlAlong the side to ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
I have a house I've lived in long: I can't recall my going in. 'Twere better bartered for a song ...
In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But ...
Something's wrong in Pigeon-land; 'Tisn't as it used to be, When the pilgrim, corn in hand, Courted us with laughing ...
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