Endymion: A Mystical Comment On Titian’s ‘Sacred And Profane Love’ (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IMy day began not till the twilight fell,And, lo, in ether from heaven's sweetest well,The New Moon swam divinely isolateIn ...
IMy day began not till the twilight fell,And, lo, in ether from heaven's sweetest well,The New Moon swam divinely isolateIn ...
We do not know each other—'tis the phraseOf the cold, artful world which I abhor;But in my heart I hear ...
Stranger! this lonely glen in ancient timesWas named the glen of blood; nor Christian feetBy night or day, from these ...
It was not when the sun through the glittering sky,In summer's joyful majesty,Looked from his cloudless height;-It was not when ...
Night bent o'er the mountains With aspect serene; The deep waters slept 'Neath the moon's pallid sheen, And the stars in their courses Moved noiseless ...
What mighty gale hath raised a flight so strong,So high above all vulgar eyes, so long?One single rapture scarce itself ...
Pour ye a wail of the wildest E'er wrung from a worn heart and mind!Tears and entreaties the mildest Are blown like ...
I START! I have slept for a moment;I have dreamt, sitting here by her chair-Oh, how lonely! What was it ...
Aloof they crown the foreland lone, From aloft they loftier rise--Fair columns, in the aureole rolled From sunned Greek seas and skies.They ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
Ye lovely maids! whose yet unpractis'd heartsNe'er felt the force of Love's resistless darts;Who justly set a value on your ...
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, ...
"COMMANDING pow'r! whose hand with plastic art Bids the rude stone to grace and being start; Swell to the waving ...
AS he that loves oft looks on the dear form And guesses how it grew ...
The new moon marked the twilight hour, A night-jar quavered eerily, And swallows circled round the tower-- Saint ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Full of her long white arms and milky skin He had a thousand times remembered sin. Alone in the press ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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