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 ...
TO THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLYI love to start out arter night's begun,An' all the chores about the farm ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Spirit, that rarely comest now And only to contrast my gloom, Like rainbow-feathered birds that bloomA moment on some autumn boughThat, with ...
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 ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler, Death;Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay ...
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace ...
Thou look'dst on me all yesternight,Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was brightAs when we murmured our troth-plightBeneath the thick ...
It was past the hour of trysting, But she lingered for him still;Like a child, the eager streamlet Leaped and laughed adown ...
IAt twenty we fancied the blest Middle Ages A spirited cross of romantic and grand,All templars and minstrels and ladies and ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
What Nature makes in any moodTo me is warranted for good,Though long before I learned to seeShe did not set ...
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 ...
With what odorous woods and spicesSpared for royal sacrifices,With what costly gums seld-seen,Hoarded to embalm a queen,With what frankincense and ...
I went to seek for Christ, And Nature seemed so fairThat first the woods and fields my youth enticed, And I was ...
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