Franciscus De Verulamio Sic Cogitavit (James Russell Lowell Poems)
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, For, indeed, is't so easy to knowJust how much we from others have ...
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, For, indeed, is't so easy to knowJust how much we from others have ...
YE CRYER:Here's a reward for who'll find Love!Love is a-strayingEver since Maying,Hither and yon, below, above,All are seeking Love!YE HAND-BILL:Gone ...
IWhen you and I in the hills went Maying,You and I in the bright May weather,The birds, that sang on ...
The laggard year is now at primeAnd primrose-time is daffodil-time; Where do the boys delay? What tether Hinders them from the heavenly ...
WEAVE me no wreath of orange blossom,No bridal white shall me adorn;I wear a red rose in my bosom;To-morrow I ...
WHEN we all lived togetherIn the farm among the hills,And the early summer weatherHad flushed the little rills;And Jack and ...
Frail fronds of ferns uncurling,Blue iris flags unfurling,Pale showers of blossoms swirlingLike clouds of wind-blown snow;With fragile wildings playing,Like two ...
How long ago it is since we went Maying!Since she and I went Maying long ago!—The years have left my ...
Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying,Dear lambs amid the primrose meadows playingLet me not think!O floods, upon ...
Sister, awake! close not your eyes,The day her light discloses;And the bright morning doth ariseOut of her bed of roses.See ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
Elf-blooded creature, little did he reck Of this blind world's delights,Content to wreathe his legs around his neck ...
Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying, In the days of my youth, in the first of ...
I stood and watched him playing, A little lad of three,And back to me came straying The years ...
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, Love and I went maying a ...
PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town, Its paved and sordid mazes, Now Spring has trimmed her pretty ...
AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weeping,Sleeps with his tear-stained ...
1 Oh! that we two were Maying 2 Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; 3 Like children with ...
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
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