Pictures From Appledore (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,Still on strange visionary land I stray.Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct ...
While some affect the sun, and some the shade.Some flee the city, some the hermitage;Their aims as various, as the ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
Ah! poor intoxicated little knave,Now senseless, floating on the fragrant wave; Why not content the cakes alone to munch?Dearly thou pay'st ...
WHILE fogs along the Thames' damp margin creep,And cold winds through his leafless willows sweep;And fairy elves, whose summer sport ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
——— A manly race Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard To hold a ...
So long estranged from every Muse's lyre,And groveling in the tangled net of Care;What powerful breath shall kindle up that ...
NYMPH of the joy-diffusing smile,The soft, endearing mien;Whose looks the heaviest grief beguile,And chear the gloomiest scene;May ev'ry Muse her ...
That day i finished A small piece For an obscure magazine I popped it in the box And such a ...
That day i finished A small piece For an obscure magazine I popped it in the box And such a ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
I haven't worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I'm unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So ...
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