Fitz Adam’s Story (James Russell Lowell Poems)
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tellWas one whom men, before they thought, loved well,And after thinking wondered ...
I.AGASSIZ Come Dicesti _egli ebbe?_ non viv' egli ancora? Non fiere gli occhi suoi lo dolce lome?IThe electric nerve, whose ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,June is the pearl of our New England ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
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 ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
Dear M---- By way of saving time,I'll do this letter up in rhyme,Whose slim stream through four pages flowsEre one is ...
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
IN ACKNOWLEDGING A TOAST TO THE SMITH PROFESSORI rise, Mr. Chairman, as both of us know,With the impromptu I promised ...
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,Thy golden harvests flowing out of ...
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
When wise Minerva still was young And just the least romantic,Soon after from Jove's head she flung That preternatural antic,'Tis said, to ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
With what odorous woods and spicesSpared for royal sacrifices,With what costly gums seld-seen,Hoarded to embalm a queen,With what frankincense and ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
Who counts himself as nobly born Is noble in despite of place; And honors are but brands to one Who wears them not ...
Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped, To gleam o'er unknown lands and seas;Another heart that beat for freedom stopped,-- What mournful words ...
The fire is turning clear and blithely,Pleasantly whistles the winter wind;We are about thee, thy friends and kindred,On us all ...
IAt length arrived, your book I takeTo read in for the author's sake;Too gray for new sensations grown,Can charm to ...
SUMMERThe little gate was reached at last, Half hid in lilacs down the lane;She pushed it wide, and, as she past,A ...
Oft round my hall of portraiture I gaze,By Memory reared, the artist wise and holy,From stainless quarries of deep-buried days.There, ...
Thanks to the artist, ever on my wallThe sunset stays: that hill in glory rolled,Those trees and clouds in crimson ...
Amid these fragments of heroic daysWhen thought met deed with mutual passion's leap,There sits a Fame whose silent trump makes ...
Unconscious as the sunshine, simply sweetAnd generous as that, thou dost not closeThyself in art, as life were but a ...
I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes awayThe charm that Nature to my childhood wore,For, with that insight, cometh, day ...
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