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 ...
There is a tide in men's affairs,Leading to fame not wholly theirs —Leading to high positions, wonThrough noble deeds by ...
Oh, such a funny August house-- It really was like a zoo, For animals roamed in all the rooms (Even a kangaroo); Such sociable, ...
O this political air so heavy with the bellsand motors of a slow night, and no place to restbut rain ...
HOW does the water come down at Lodore?Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Here smoking and frothing,Its tumult and ...
Rap! rap!--Is that my lass-- Rap! rap!--is rapping there? It is Fortune. Let her pass! I'll not open the door to her. Rap! rap!-- All ...
Again I hear that creaking step!--He's rapping at the door!--Too well I know the boding soundThat ushers in a bore.I ...
THE VICAR.WHERE ends our chancel in a vaulted space,Sleep the departed Vicars of the place;Of most, all mention, memory, thought ...
AN IMPARTIAL HISTORY of the RISE, PROGRESS, AND EXTINCTION of the late REBELLION In Britain, in the Years 1745 and ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
"THE BLACKCAPS pipe among the reeds, And there 'll be rain to follow; There is a murmur as of ...
THE blackcaps pipe among the reeds,And there'11 be rain to follow;There is a murmur as of windIn every coign and ...
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
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