Heartsease And Rue: Friendship (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray Beside a wayside shrine, and ...
I."A CURSE is on this work!" Columba cried;And with their dark robes flapping in the gale,The frightened monks came hurrying ...
IHAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;Leave, leave, fair bride, your solitary bed ; No more shall you return to ...
I dreamed I was a spider;A big, fat, hungry spider;A lusty, rusty spider With a dozen palsied limbs;With a dozen limbs ...
Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales--The stars but strewed the azure as an armor's scattered scales;The airs of ...
(India)I shall wind a turban of silver cloth,And set upon its brow a circletOf jade and turquoise. Yea, I shall ...
I nearly died, I almost touched the doorThat swings between forever and no more;I think I heard the awful hinges ...
Ave! Once more touch the stringsThat Memory may feed upon the strain,And over-live againThe days,When the heart gloried in the ...
I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky; Beyond them a hill of the softest mistiest green, With naught but frost and the coming of night between, And a long thin cloud above the colour of August rye. I sat in the midst of a plain on my snowshoes with bended knee Where the thin wind stung my cheeks, And the hard snow ran in little ripples and peaks, Like the fretted floor of a white and petrified sea. And a strange peace gathered about my soul and shone, As I sat reflecting there, In a world so mystically fair, So deathly silent—I so utterly alone.(Archibald Lampman)
Gentle angel with your mantle, All of tender green,I was yearning for a vision Of the life unseen.When you hovered ...
Long since, I lived in lordly porches frontingWith thronged, enormous pillars to the tide,Where day as in basaltic caverns diedWith ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
You know the bloom, unearthly white, That none has seen by morning light- The tender moon, alone, may bare Its ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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