Under The Willows (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;Overhead the sunset fire and flame ...
1.Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the ...
Rosy red the hills appearWith the light of morning,Beauteous clouds, in aether clear,All the east adorning;White through the mist the ...
I am the dream of April, I am the soul of May;The sallows scatter, the sallows splatter their gold upon ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
Now is the pause between asleep and awake:Two seasons takeA colour and quality each from each as yet.The new stage-setSpandril, ...
(_On a Devon Moor_) Why do I babble of bitter chills-- And icy trees--and snowy fallows? Why do I shudder ...
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow, The early herald of the infant year,Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,Beneath ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and ...
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
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