An Indian-Summe (James Russell Lowell Poems)
What visionary tints the year puts on,When failing leaves falter through motionless airOr numbly cling and shiver to be gone!How ...
What visionary tints the year puts on,When failing leaves falter through motionless airOr numbly cling and shiver to be gone!How ...
I.O'er the bare woods, whose outstretched handsPlead with the leaden heavens in vain,I see, beyond the valley lands,The sea's long ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
I: ENGLANDThere lies an isle, a splendour of the seaHaunting as Babylon, illustrious as Rome:A race of Saxon freemen there ...
"Look not upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its colour in the cup, when it moveth ...
Towards the hills of JamberooSome few fantastic shadows haste,Uplit with firesLike castle spiresOutshining through a mirage waste.Behold, a mournful glory ...
Shall we wake one morn of spring,Glad at heart of everything,Yet pensive with the thought of eve?Then the white house ...
Hush! how heavily droops the night In sultry silence, calm as death;Gloomy and hot, and yet no light, Save where the glow-worm ...
Hence, doubts of darkness! I am not mine own, But ransom'd by the King of that bright host; In Him my just ...
There sinks the sun; like cavalier of old, Servant of crafty Spain, He flaunts his banner, barred ...
I niver heerd its name; we call it just "Our beck." Mebbe, there's bigger streams down Ripon way; ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
The tides roll white and pale On a shingly, stormy strand,And the seabirds sweep and wailIn the swing of ...
Along the ocean's shingly edge, Athwart the turquoise sweep of sky, The wild geese in a winged wedge ...
Thou awful sea!—upon this shingly beach Of Aldborough I pace:—my gazing eye Thy world of waters lost in the dim ...
I On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B?. ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me, And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye; While on board the Columbine, ...
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