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 ...
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in ...
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 ...
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 ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,With whims of sudden hush; the reeling seaNow thumps like solid rock beneath ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
Curtis, whose Wit, with Fancy arm in arm,Masks half its muscle in its skill to charm,And who so gently can ...
IWho cometh over the hills,Her garments with morning sweet,The dance of a thousand rillsMaking music before her feet?Her presence freshens ...
O days endeared to every Muse,When nobody had any Views,Nor, while the cloudscape of his mindBy every breeze was new ...
What know we of the world immenseBeyond the narrow ring of sense?What should we know, who lounge aboutThe house we ...
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 ...
SOT TO A NUSRY RHYME'Here we stan' on the Constitution, by thunder! It's a fact o' wich ther's bushils o' proofs;Fer ...
SCENE I.--_Near a castle in Germany._'Twere no hard task, perchance, to win The popular laurel for my song;'Twere only to comply ...
At Carnac in Brittany, close on the bay,They show you a church, or rather the grayRibs of a dead one, ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
Heaven's cup held down to me I drain,The sunshine mounts and spurs my brain;Bathing in grass, with thirsty eyeI suck ...
What Nature makes in any moodTo me is warranted for good,Though long before I learned to seeShe did not set ...
In good old times, which means, you know,The time men wasted long ago,And we must blame our brains or moodIf ...
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 ...
What boot your houses and your lands? In spite of close-drawn deed and fence,Like water, twixt your cheated hands,They slip into ...
A race of nobles may die out, A royal line may leave no heir;Wise Nature sets no guards about Her pewter plate ...
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wallBy some Pompeian idler traced,In ashes packed (ironic fact!)Lies eighteen centuries uneffaced,While many a page ...
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