Prometheus (James Russell Lowell Poems)
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
The mighty Woden laughs upon his throne, And once more claims his children for his own. The voice of Thor resounds again ...
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
I'VE heard the pipes of PanSomewhere, just beyond,--Over the edge of dawn, I think,Where the clouds hang soft on the ...
The year's grown songless! No glad pipings thrill The hedge-row elms, whose wind-worn branches shower Their leaves on the sere grass, where ...
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now are they Than when their cunning fashioner first blew The pith of music from them: ...
There is a river singing in betweenBright fringes of pawpaw and sycamore,That stir to fragrant winds on either shore,Where tall ...
Our palm designed to growIn deserts, sent roots seeking far and wideChannels where waters flow.And in the city foundIntricate pipings ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
At the coming up of Phoebus the all-luminous charioteer,Double-visaged stand the mountains in imperial multitudes,And with shadows dappled men sing ...
DIM twilight here; and in her singing mind Dim twilight too. Shut in this darkened room, Over whose broad-beamed walls ...
Spring is in the Valley, sap and budding time,A thousand voices rally into sheer, clear rhyme;Swallows are a-wheeling, robins chant ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to ...
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