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 ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
Once git a smell o' musk into a draw,An' it clings hold like precerdents in law;Your gra'ma'am put it there,—when, ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
O days endeared to every Muse,When nobody had any Views,Nor, while the cloudscape of his mindBy every breeze was new ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,In these three years, since I to thee inscribed,Mine own betrothed, the firstlings ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
Two brothers once, an ill-matched pair,Together dwelt (no matter where),To whom an Uncle Sam, or some one,Had left a house ...
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
Dear Sir—You wish to know my notionsOn sartin pints thet rile the land;There's nothin' thet my natur so shunsEs bein' ...
In good old times, which means, you know,The time men wasted long ago,And we must blame our brains or moodIf ...
I saw a Sower walking slow Across the earth, from east to west;His hair was white as mountain snow, His head drooped ...
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair Of tenderest brown, but so inwardly goldenI half used to fancy the sunshine ...
My coachman, in the moonlight there,Looks through the sidelight of the door;I hear him with his brethren swear,As I could ...
I sat and watched the walls of night With cracks of sudden lightning glow,And listened while with clumsy might The thunder wallowed ...
Not always unimpeded can I pray,Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim;Too closely clings the burden of the day,And all the ...
Rabbi Jehosha used to sayThat God made angels every day,Perfect as Michael and the restFirst brooded in creation's nest,Whose only ...
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wallBy some Pompeian idler traced,In ashes packed (ironic fact!)Lies eighteen centuries uneffaced,While many a page ...
THE SAME CONTINUEDThe love of all things springs from love of one;Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows,And over it with ...
Beloved, in the noisy city here,The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clearIts ...
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