Mr. Hosea Biglow’s Speech In March Meeting (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
I don't much s'pose, hows'ever I should plen it,I could git boosted into th' House or Sennit,--Nut while the twolegged ...
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write ye started,To tech the leadin' featurs o' my ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
IAs, flake by flake, the beetling avalanches Build up their imminent crags of noiseless snow,Till some chance thrill the loosened ruin ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
I do not come to weep above thy pall, And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,The poet's clearer eye should see, ...
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace ...
Once on a time there was a poolFringed all about with flag-leaves coolAnd spotted with cow-lilies garish,Of frogs and pouts ...
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,And thinking the great God is thine alone,O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brookWhat ...
When the down is on the chinAnd the gold-gleam in the hair,When the birds their sweethearts winAnd champagne is in ...
The Maple puts her corals on in May,While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,To be in tune with what the ...
He who first stretched his nerves of subtile wireOver the land and through the sea-depths still,Thought only of the flame-winged ...
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