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 ...
A GADARENE.He hath escaped, hath plucked his chains asunder,And broken his fetters; always night and dayIs in the mountains here, ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
The Captains sailed from all the World-from all the world and Spain;And each one for his country's ease, her glory ...
IN A STRANGE LAND.By an unnamed river-anchorage have we raised a shrine to Apollo. If these strange winds cool the ...
What say the Bells of San BlasTo the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan?To them it is nothing ...
Oh, the song of the Sea-- The wonderful song of the Sea!Like the far-off hum of a throbbing drum It steals through ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row ...
HER sails are furled and her anchor's down. The lamps are lighted in Melbourne town; I'll spend my money on ...
In Memory Of. In Fondest Recollection Of. In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Died at Sea. ...
They ran through the streets of the seaport town,They peered from the decks of the ships that lay;The cold sea-fog ...
I'd tramped the whole day long on the weary roads ashore,I was tired as a dog, and my heart was ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
The ships destroy us above And ensnare us beneath. We arise, we lie down, and we In the belly of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
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