An Ode For The Fourth Of July (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
YOUTH.AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee!Or else I needs must, in my wrath, Expel thee!What's ...
Happy are they whom men and women love,And you were happy as a river that flowsDown between lonely hills, and ...
After the Christmas, with the help of Christ, I will never stop ifI am alive; I will go to the ...
It stands thereTall and solitary on the edgeOf the last hill, green on the green hill.Ten o'clock the tree's called, ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
Come out into the garden, Maud; In whispered tones young Percy said: He but repeated what ...
I saw him on his throne, far in the north, Him ye call Winter, picturing him ever An ...
They say that lonely sorrows do not chance:More gently, I think, sorrows together go;A new one joins the funeral gliding ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
YOUTH. AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee! Or else I needs must, in ...
On Calvary's hill three crosses, their shadows remain down through the generations The three crosses the sacrifice of the savior; ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Her predatory eye, the single feral iris, scans. Her raptor beak, all jagged sharp-edged thrust, juts. Her hard talon, clenched ...
This is the bricklayer; hear the thud Of his heavy load dumped down on stone. His lustrous bricks are brighter ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
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