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 ...
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 ...
IMy day began not till the twilight fell,And, lo, in ether from heaven's sweetest well,The New Moon swam divinely isolateIn ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
What visionary tints the year puts on,When failing leaves falter through motionless airOr numbly cling and shiver to be gone!How ...
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 ...
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,In these three years, since I to thee inscribed,Mine own betrothed, the firstlings ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
Weak-Winged is Song,Nor aims at that clear-ethered heightWhither the brave deed climbs for lightWe seem to do them wrong,Bringing our ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay,They show you a church, or rather the grayRibs of a dead one, ...
Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was brightAs when we murmured our troth-plightBeneath the thick ...
Never, surely, was holier manThan Ambrose, since the world began;With diet spare and raiment thinHe shielded himself from the father ...
Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,And said: "O Skald, sing now ...
With what odorous woods and spicesSpared for royal sacrifices,With what costly gums seld-seen,Hoarded to embalm a queen,With what frankincense and ...
II christened you in happier days, beforeThese gray forebodings on my brow were seen;You are still lovely in your new-leaved ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
How struggles with the tempest's swellsThat warning of tumultuous bells!The fire is loose! and frantic knells Throb fast and faster,As tower ...
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 ...
Here once my step was quickened, Here beckoned the opening door,And welcome thrilled from the threshold To the foot it had known ...
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,And thinking the great God is thine alone,O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brookWhat ...
Light of triumph in her eyes,Eleanor her apron ties;As she pushes back her sleeves,High resolve her bosom heaves.Hasten, cook! impel ...
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