On The Death Of A Friend’s Child (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
PLUMED ranks of tall wild-cherryAnd birch surroundThe half-hid, solitaryOld burying-ground.All the low wall is crumbledAnd overgrown,And in the turf lies ...
Today I heard a harp mournBeneath the hand of one who stroked.Strange, but the echo laughed!How might I know thenWhether ...
The moon is a wavering rim where one fish slips, The water makes a quietness of sound;Night is an anchoring of ...
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend, Be with me travelling on the byeway now ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired; She, in the room below, his floor her ceiling, Pursue their ...
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,We stood, how unlike all forecasted thoughtOf that desir-ed minute! Then I ...
EVENING and quiet: a bird trills in the poplar trees behind the house with the dark green door across the ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
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