Phoebe (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, A bird, the loneliest of its kind,Hears Dawn's faint footfall from afar While all its ...
Ere pales in Heaven the morning star, A bird, the loneliest of its kind,Hears Dawn's faint footfall from afar While all its ...
Not as all other women areIs she that to my soul is dear;Her glorious fancies come from far,Beneath the silver ...
ON HIS BIRTHDAYI need not praise the sweetness of his song, Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeedsSmooth as our Charles, ...
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair Of tenderest brown, but so inwardly goldenI half used to fancy the sunshine ...
There came a youth upon the earth,Some thousand years ago,Whose slender hands were nothing worth,Whether to plow, to reap, or ...
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things That coil about the central fire,I seek for that which giveth wings To stoop, not ...
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yetWith the thought of other years?Or with gladness are they ...
Like some lorn abbey now, the wood Stands roofless in the bitter air;In ruins on its floor is strewed The carven foliage ...
MAYWhen oaken woods with buds are pink, And new-come birds each morning sing,When fickle May on Summer's brink Pauses, and knows not ...
Shell, whose lips, than mine more cold,Might with Dian's ear make bold,Seek my Lady's; if thou winTo that portal, shut ...
If he be a nobler lover, take him!You in you I seek, and not myself;Love with men's what women choose ...
One feast, of holy days the crest, I, though no Churchman, love to keep,All-Saints,--the unknown good that rest In God's still memory ...
O poet! above all men blest,Take heed that thus thou store them;Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever rest,Sweet birds (upon ...
When the down is on the chinAnd the gold-gleam in the hair,When the birds their sweethearts winAnd champagne is in ...
IN ABSENCEThese rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear,Did I not know that, in the early spring,When wild March winds ...
My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst die;Albeit I ask no fairer life than this,Whose numbering-clock is still ...
New England's poet, rich in love as years,Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooksDance in thy verse; to ...
THE SAME CONTINUEDA poet cannot strive for despotism;His harp falls shattered; for it still must beThe instinct of great spirits ...
I cannot say a scene is fairBecause it is beloved of theeBut I shall love to linger there,For sake of ...
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,Dim ghosts of men that hover to and fro,Hugging their bodies round ...
Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,--Youth, Beauty, Love, a crown, the beckoning years,Lids never wet, unless with joyous ...
THE SAME CONTINUEDOnce hardly in a cycle blossomethA flower-like soul ripe with the seeds of song,A spirit foreordained to cope ...
THE SAME CONTINUEDThe love of all things springs from love of one;Wider the soul's horizon hourly grows,And over it with ...
What hath Love with Thought to do?Still at variance are the two.Love is sudden, Love is rash,Love is like the ...
Beloved, in the noisy city here,The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease;Around my spirit, folds thy spirit clearIts ...
'And how could you dream of meeting?' Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?All day my pulse had been beating The tune ...
I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away,Whose life to mine is an eternal law,A piece of nature that can ...
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