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 ...
HOW short the date of man! how soon he's gone!To-day, alive — to-morrow, in the tomb!Strong as a giant, now ...
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
Uncomprising year-I see no meaning to life.Though this abled self is here nonetheless,either in trade gold or grammaticness,I drop the ...
The Dean would visit Market-hill;Our invitation was but slight;I said-why-Let him if he will,And so I bid Sir Arthur write.His ...
This division must end.Again I'm forced to amputatethe chicken's limb; slit the joint,clip the heart, snip wing from back,strip fat ...
One day Mamma said "Conrad dear,I must go out and leave you here.But mind now, Conrad, what I say,Don't suck ...
Above the dark good sea the boundless air rushed here and there, it flew like a blue falcon, silently swallowing ...
The SailorI'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff -Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones ...
There's a little worn-out pony this side of Hogan's shack With a snip upon his nuzzle and a mark upon ...
To Arthur MizenerHit mus be now de Kingdom comiriAnd de year of Jubilo . . .Tail-spinning from the shelves of ...
TIME hobbles, but Love flies; One moment, say the wise, They pass together: Not Cupid's curls of gold But Time's ...
I'd like to be a barber, and learn to shave and clip,Calling out, "Next please! and pocketing my tip."All day ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Capturing an image on the pane of film burned by the shutter release aperture and speed snap, frozen really a ...
The women are all wearing imitation silk scarves, Blackpool or Biarritz, sipping Woman, masticating The morning's post, new babies and ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
That Tom was poor was sure a pity, Such guts for learning had the lad; He took to Greek like ...
In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He ...
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