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 ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
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, ...
At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. BiglowNo? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin ...
I am a man of forty, sirs, a native of East Haddam,And have some reason to surmise that I descend ...
O days endeared to every Muse,When nobody had any Views,Nor, while the cloudscape of his mindBy every breeze was new ...
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', ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
TO J F HNine years have slipt like hour-glass sandFrom life's still-emptying globe away,Since last, dear friend, I clasped your ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause, Ez fur away ez Payris is;I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal ...
Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler, Death;Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause,Ez fur away ez Paris is;I love to see her stick her clawsIn them infarnal ...
Once on a time there was a poolFringed all about with flag-leaves coolAnd spotted with cow-lilies garish,Of frogs and pouts ...
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man;The place was dark, unfurnitured, and ...
Who counts himself as nobly born Is noble in despite of place; And honors are but brands to one Who wears them not ...
Old events have modern meanings; only that survivesOf past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.Mahmood once, the ...
My coachman, in the moonlight there,Looks through the sidelight of the door;I hear him with his brethren swear,As I could ...
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