An Epistle To George William Curtis (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
Change is the order of the universe.Worlds wax and wane; suns die and stars are born.Two atoms of cosmic dust ...
(For Osceola and Pocahontas)Was it a hundred years ago,Or was it but yesterday,When we found the roads that growBlossom and ...
Juan Ponce de Leon, by the Devil led,With years weighed down and crammed with antique lore,Seeing age branch his stubby ...
Standing up, weightless, Ponce has walls.They're thin. They tremble. It's a forest.These are princes washing themselves, unsettledquarrels, or a lot ...
Part FirstYou'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff Who chartered a ...
Of all the fountains that poets sing,--Crystal, thermal, or mineral spring,Ponce de Leon's Fount of Youth,Wells with bottoms of doubtful ...
Though Time has silvered o'er thy honored head, And left some traces on thy gallant form,Upon thy soul no hoar-frost ...
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