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 ...
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write ye started,To tech the leadin' featurs o' my ...
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 ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
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 ...
Dear M---- By way of saving time,I'll do this letter up in rhyme,Whose slim stream through four pages flowsEre one is ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
Spirit, that rarely comest now And only to contrast my gloom, Like rainbow-feathered birds that bloomA moment on some autumn boughThat, with ...
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 ...
Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was brightAs when we murmured our troth-plightBeneath the thick ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
It mounts athwart the windy hill Through sallow slopes of upland bare,And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still Its narrowing curves that end ...
Men say the sullen instrument, That, from the Master's bow, With pangs of joy or woe,Feels music's soul through every fibre sent, Whispers ...
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man;The place was dark, unfurnitured, and ...
Written In Aid Of A Chime Of Bells For Christ Church, CambridgeGodminster? Is it Fancy's play? I know not, but the ...
Here once my step was quickened, Here beckoned the opening door,And welcome thrilled from the threshold To the foot it had known ...
What boot your houses and your lands? In spite of close-drawn deed and fence,Like water, twixt your cheated hands,They slip into ...
Still thirteen years: 'tis autumn now On field and hill, in heart and brain;The naked trees at evening sough;The leaf to ...
Nicotia, dearer to the MuseThan all the grape's bewildering juice,We worship, unforbid of thee;And as her incense floats and curlsIn ...
What countless years and wealth of brain were spentTo bring us hither from our caves and huts,And trace through pathless ...
Shy soul and stalwart, man of patient willThrough years one hair's-breadth on our Dark to gain,Who, from the stars he ...
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