Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoratio (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
I do not come to weep above thy pall, And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,The poet's clearer eye should see, ...
I.It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;Its horror and its beauty ...
OH, the beauty and the joy of livingAs the children of our Father, God!All we have and hope for gladly ...
You have been my love for so many years,My giddiness before so much waiting,Which nothing can age or cool;Even that ...
WINDS! are they winds?--or myriad ghosts, that shriek?Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in Northern seas,Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides,Whose voices now ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
The night is mild and clear, and without wind, And o'er the roofs, and o'er the gardens round The moon ...
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