Eurydice (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
Never, surely, was holier manThan Ambrose, since the world began;With diet spare and raiment thinHe shielded himself from the father ...
'Come forth!' my catbird calls to me, 'And hear me sing a cavatinaThat, in this old familiar tree, Shall hang a garden ...
It mounts athwart the windy hill Through sallow slopes of upland bare,And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still Its narrowing curves that end ...
Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can,The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man truly ...
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 ...
What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade, is his! There needs no crown to mark the forest's king;How in his leaves ...
Don't believe in the Flying Dutchman? I've known the fellow for years;My button I've wrenched from his clutch, man: I shudder whenever ...
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 ...
How strange are the freaks of memory! The lessons of life we forget,While a trifle, a trick of color, In the wonderful ...
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,And thinking the great God is thine alone,O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brookWhat ...
In good old times, which means, you know,The time men wasted long ago,And we must blame our brains or moodIf ...
Not as all other women areIs she that to my soul is dear;Her glorious fancies come from far,Beneath the silver ...
Light of triumph in her eyes,Eleanor her apron ties;As she pushes back her sleeves,High resolve her bosom heaves.Hasten, cook! impel ...
Stood the tall Archangel weighingAll man's dreaming, doing, saying,All the failure and the pain,All the triumph and the gain,In the ...
Down 'mid the tangled roots of things That coil about the central fire,I seek for that which giveth wings To stoop, not ...
Another star 'neath Time's horizon dropped, To gleam o'er unknown lands and seas;Another heart that beat for freedom stopped,-- What mournful words ...
There lay upon the ocean's shoreWhat once a tortoise served to cover;A year and more, with rush and roar,The surf ...
How was I worthy so divine a loss, Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?Why waste such precious wood to make ...
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 ...
TO THE SPIRIT OF KEATSGreat soul, thou sittest with me in my room,Uplifting me with thy vast, quiet eyes,On whose ...
Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please, For those same notes in happier days I heardPoured by dear hands that long ...
O moonlight deep and tender, A year and more agone,Your mist of golden splendor Round my betrothal shone!O elm-leaves dark and dewy, The ...
THE SAME CONTINUEDTherefore think not the Past is wise alone,For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best,And thou shalt love it ...
SUB PONDERE CRESCITThe hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day;I hear the soul of Man around me waking,Like a ...
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