An Epistle To George William Curtis (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
SIR MAURICE was a wealthy lord,He liv'd in the north countrie,Well would he cope with foe-man's sword,Or the glance of ...
PART FIRSTDuke William stood on the Norman shore,With all his merry men round;And he will sail the blue seas o'er,To ...
Two thousand years agone They heap'd my battle-grave,And each a tear and each a stone My mourning warriors gave;For I had borne ...
HASTENED the hardy one, henchmen with him,sandy strand of the sea to treadand widespread ways. The world's great candle,sun shone ...
THEN he goes to his chamber, a grief-song chantsalone for his lost. Too large all seems,homestead and house. So the ...
ME thus often the evil monstersthronging threatened. With thrust of my sword,the darling, I dealt them due return!Nowise had they ...
THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,with God's wrath laden, Grendel came.The monster was minded of mankind nowsundry to seize ...
HROTHGAR answered, helmet of Scyldings: —"I knew him of yore in his youthful days;his aged father was Ecgtheow named,to whom, ...
CAME now to ocean the ever-courageoushardy henchmen, their harness bearing,woven war-sarks. The warden marked,trusty as ever, the earl's return.From the ...
AND the lord of earls, to each that camewith Beowulf over the briny ways,an heirloom there at the ale-bench gave,precious ...
IT was heavy hap for that hero youngon his lord beloved to look and find himlying on earth with life ...
THEN sank they to sleep. With sorrow one boughthis rest of the evening, — as ofttime had happenedwhen Grendel guarded ...
A CUP she gave him, with kindly greetingand winsome words. Of wounden gold,she offered, to honor him, arm-jewels twain,corselet and ...
HROTHGAR spake, helmet-of-Scyldings: —"Ask not of pleasure! Pain is renewedto Danish folk. Dead is Aeschere,of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,my sage ...
UNFERTH spake, the son of Ecglaf,who sat at the feet of the Scyldings' lord,unbound the battle-runes . — Beowulf's quest,sturdy ...
PRELUDE OF THE FOUNDER OF THE DANISH HOUSELO, praise of the prowess of people-kingsof spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,we ...
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,All dolour, ill and every evil chanceThat ever came upon this grieving worldWere ...
Son of our King: When yoemen sailed From Britain to expand her sway,The coward from High venture quailed, The weakling ...
After all, One country, brethren! We must rise or fall With the Supreme Republic. We must be The makers of ...
MANY are praised, and some are fair, But the fairest of all is She, And he who misdoubts let him ...
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