Sunthin’ In The Pastoral Line (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),But little preached, except when vintage came;And then no preparation he requiredOn this he ...
MADAM,I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour couldrequire, but after all find so much to object ...
AN ODE TO SPRING.From whence hath the spring again returned unto us,Which hath made the country round a garden of ...
'Enter' MRS. BULKLEY,'who curtsies very low as beginning to speak.Then enter' MISS CATLEY,'who stands full before her, and curtsies to ...
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
WELCOME , sweet time of buds and bloom, renewingThe earliest objects of delight, and wooingThe notice of the grateful heart! ...
We'd grown wiser. We might have become nosegays, on theday's silver lattices.When someone rapped on our door, we heard the ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
THE REG'LAR LARKThe Reg'lar Lark's a very gay old Bird;At sunrise often may his voice be heardAs jauntily he wends ...
ILast night returning from my twilight walkI met the grey mist Death, whose eyeless browWas bent on me, and from ...
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes,Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise.To such, if they should ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
I went to thank Her -- But She Slept -- Her Bed -- a funneled Stone -- With Nosegays at ...
My nosegays are for Captives -- Dim -- expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till Paradise. To such, if ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
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