The Miner (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things That coil about the central fire,I seek for that which giveth wings To stoop, not ...
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things That coil about the central fire,I seek for that which giveth wings To stoop, not ...
Not always as you see us now, Have we been used to weep and sigh,We too have grasped the sword, I ...
So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blameThe traffickers in men, and put to shame,All earth ...
So many -- all but you would touch me!But it is my curse that passion unto madnessMelts my flesh--I pass ...
If to deny that God hath cursed the child, And doomed it to perdition—to deny That He, who sits and reigns above ...
I give thee, love, a carcanet,With all the rainbow splendor set,Of diamonds that drink the sun,Of emeralds that feed uponHis ...
Resplendent as on that great morn he rose, When, from the inmost depth of heaven's immense, The bright eternal solitude ...
The sun hath set; the outworn armies sleep: But, in Arbaces' tent, by summons called For counsel secret on things ...
WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AUGUST 1834-THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE. Darkness upon the mountain and the vale- Forest and ...
Round Se?m's isle the black waves boilOn the rough, rough rocks below,And none can tell the date or timeSince they ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood The void of heaven with brightness! in thy glow Unnumbered worlds, ...
Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,Looked through ...
The Incubus. The way was dark within the gloomy church-yard, As I wandered through the woodland near ...
(_The Maine Coast_) It is so, O sea! wild roses Bloom here in the scent of your ...
Bright Sirius! that when Orion palesTo dotlings under moonlight still art keenWith cheerful fervour of a warrior's mienWho holds in ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life My soul that prays that it may sleep and sleep Like a white ...
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