Fitz Adam’s Story (James Russell Lowell Poems)
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
NEW YORK, DECEMBER 3, 1873HANG out our banners on the stately towerIt dawns at last--the long-expected hour!The steep is climbed, ...
O many-toned rain!O myriad sweet voices of the rain!How welcome is its delicate overtureAt evening, when the moist and glowing ...
Actors waiting in the wings of Europewe already watch the lights on the stageand listen to the colossal overture begin.For ...
How long, ah me! this weary heart hath strivenWith vanity, and with a wild desire!How long, and yet how long, ...
The sky grew dull, the noon-day lamp withdrew, In even scale the saucy winds were hung; Sudden, dim flashed the ...
You are so serious, as ifa glacier spoke in your earor you had to walk throughthe great gate of Kievto ...
Behind the footlights hangs the rusty baize,A trifle shabby in the upturned blazeOf flaring gas and curious eyes that gaze.The ...
HIGH in the organ-loft, with lilied hair, Love plied the pedals with his snowy foot, Pouring forth music like the ...
The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd to make ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light; They'd rather ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
There in the fringe of trees between the upper field and the edge of the one below it that runs ...
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