Pictures From Appledore (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat a hoary pilgrim, sadly musing;Oft I marked him sitting there alone. All the landscape, ...
"Delightful are trees and fields with the outgrowth of new tender-leaves and crops, Lodhra trees are with their blossomy flowers, ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,Fer the way I hanker after ...
Can this be thou who, lean and pale, With such immitigable eyeDidst look upon those writhing souls in bale, And note each ...
That which we are and shall be is made upOf what we have been. On the autumn leafThe crimson stains ...
Where the bullrushes grow ranker(Oh, the long green spears a-gleam!)There the punt shall rock at anchorIn the stream;By the weir's ...
Amid these fragments of heroic daysWhen thought met deed with mutual passion's leap,There sits a Fame whose silent trump makes ...
OTSO THE HONEY-EATER.Came the tidings to Pohyola,To the village of the Northland,That Wainola had recoveredFrom her troubles and misfortunes,From her ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
Parson says I'm to make 'im a crossTo set up over his grave,'E's buried there by the Moated Grange,And I ...
It was my home, not ringed with roses blowing, Nor set in meadows where cool waters croon; Parched ...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosionsEaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain —Almost as if an intangible ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free, And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand; While caroling ...
Being a shorty, as you see, A bare five footer, The why my wife is true to me Is my ...
Is it because I'm bent and grey, Though wearing rather well, That I can slickly get away With all the ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain -- Almost as if ...
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