Ode To France (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
A voice of lamentation From the islands of the Sea!Alas, thou sorrowing Nation, Bereaved — alas for thee!The wail as of a ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary, that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
1 How doth the city sit solitary,that was full of people!How is she become as a widow!She that was great ...
Out of the west a voice—a shudder of horror and pity; Quivers along the pulses of all the winds that blow;—Woe ...
Where is the minstrel's Father-land? Where the sparks of noble spirits flew, Where flowery wreaths for beauty ...
Gone! Gone! Ayea, thou art gone!Gone, and earth doth stand it stark.Gone! Gone! The even's breathDoth breathe it unto meIn ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
Svch time as Tytan with his fiery beames In highest degree, made duskish Leo sweat Field-tilling Swains driue home their ...
A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue ...
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.Both were fair, in the flush ...
I.WEEP not for him that dieth-- For he sleeps, and is at rest; And the couch whereon he lieth Is ...
Night of the Tomb! He has entered thy portal;Silence of Death! He is wrapped in thy shade;All of the gifted ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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