The Nomades (James Russell Lowell Poems)
What Nature makes in any moodTo me is warranted for good,Though long before I learned to seeShe did not set ...
What Nature makes in any moodTo me is warranted for good,Though long before I learned to seeShe did not set ...
It mounts athwart the windy hill Through sallow slopes of upland bare,And Fancy climbs with foot-fall still Its narrowing curves that end ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
UNDER A FIGURE SYMBOLIZING THE CHURCHThou wast the fairest of all man-made things;The breath of heaven bore up thy cloudy ...
Written In Aid Of A Chime Of Bells For Christ Church, CambridgeGodminster? Is it Fancy's play? I know not, but the ...
Who counts himself as nobly born Is noble in despite of place; And honors are but brands to one Who wears them not ...
Bowing thyself in dust before a Book,And thinking the great God is thine alone,O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brookWhat ...
The Bardling came where by a river grewThe pennoned reeds, that, as the west-wind blew,Gleamed and sighed plaintively, as if ...
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon, For, indeed, is't so easy to knowJust how much we from others have ...
What boot your houses and your lands? In spite of close-drawn deed and fence,Like water, twixt your cheated hands,They slip into ...
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yetWith the thought of other years?Or with gladness are they ...
IN THE BRANCACCI CHAPELHe came to Florence long ago,And painted here these walls, that shoneFor Raphael and for Angelo,With secrets ...
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,Saying, 'Behold one outcast and in dread,Against whose life the bow of power ...
On this wild waste, where never blossom came, Save the white wind-flower to the billow's cap,Or those pale disks of momentary ...
I sat and watched the walls of night With cracks of sudden lightning glow,And listened while with clumsy might The thunder wallowed ...
SUMMERThe little gate was reached at last, Half hid in lilacs down the lane;She pushed it wide, and, as she past,A ...
I cannot say a scene is fairBecause it is beloved of theeBut I shall love to linger there,For sake of ...
Hers all that Earth could promise or bestow,--Youth, Beauty, Love, a crown, the beckoning years,Lids never wet, unless with joyous ...
The Maple puts her corals on in May,While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling,To be in tune with what the ...
He who first stretched his nerves of subtile wireOver the land and through the sea-depths still,Thought only of the flame-winged ...
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 ...
I cannot think that thou shouldst pass away,Whose life to mine is an eternal law,A piece of nature that can ...
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;The diver Omar plucked them from ...
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