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 ...
One after one the stars have risen and set,Sparkling upon the hoarfrost on my chain:The Bear, that prowled all night ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
What visionary tints the year puts on,When failing leaves falter through motionless airOr numbly cling and shiver to be gone!How ...
Dear M---- By way of saving time,I'll do this letter up in rhyme,Whose slim stream through four pages flowsEre one is ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
How A Student In Search Of The Beautiful Fell Asleep In Dresden Over Herr Professor Doctor Vischer's Wissenschaft Des Schoenen, ...
Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman? I've known the fellow for years;My button I've wrenched from his clutch, man: I shudder whenever ...
ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPEThe pipe came safe, and welcome too,As anything must be from you;A meerschaum pure, ...
Written In Aid Of A Chime Of Bells For Christ Church, CambridgeGodminster? Is it Fancy's play? I know not, but the ...
WHO HAD SENT ME A SEVEN-POUND TROUTFit for an Abbot of Theleme, For the whole Cardinals' College, orThe Pope himself to ...
The Bardling came where by a river grewThe pennoned reeds, that, as the west-wind blew,Gleamed and sighed plaintively, as if ...
Who does his duty is a question Too complex to be solved by me,But he, I venture the suggestion, Does part of ...
A race of nobles may die out, A royal line may leave no heir;Wise Nature sets no guards about Her pewter plate ...
Turbid from London's noise and smoke,Here I find air and quiet too;Air filtered through the beech and oak,Quiet by nothing ...
How was I worthy so divine a loss, Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?Why waste such precious wood to make ...
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