On The Death Of A Friend’s Child (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
Death never came so nigh to me before,Nor showed me his mild face: oft had I musedOf calm and peace ...
Go! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler, Death;Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay ...
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
I do not come to weep above thy pall, And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,The poet's clearer eye should see, ...
Written For Mr. Bryant's Seventieth BirthdayOur ship lay tumbling in an angry sea, Her rudder gone, her mainmast o'er the side;Her ...
I did not praise thee when the crowd, 'Witched with the moment's inspiration,Vexed thy still ether with hosannas loud, And stamped their ...
Strong, simple, silent are the lawsThat sway this universe, of none withstood,Unconscious of man's outcries or applause,Or what man ...
Never, surely, was holier manThan Ambrose, since the world began;With diet spare and raiment thinHe shielded himself from the father ...
Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls, O kingdom of the past!There lie the bygone ages in their palls, Guarded by shadows ...
Look on who will in apathy, and stifle they who can,The sympathies, the hopes, the words, that make man truly ...
Men say the sullen instrument, That, from the Master's bow, With pangs of joy or woe,Feels music's soul through every fibre sent, Whispers ...
II christened you in happier days, beforeThese gray forebodings on my brow were seen;You are still lovely in your new-leaved ...
I went to seek for Christ, And Nature seemed so fairThat first the woods and fields my youth enticed, And I was ...
Guvener B. is a sensible man;He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;He draws his furrer ez straight ...
How struggles with the tempest's swellsThat warning of tumultuous bells!The fire is loose! and frantic knells Throb fast and faster,As tower ...
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man;The place was dark, unfurnitured, and ...
Hushed with broad sunlight lies the hill, And, minuting the long day's loss,The cedar's shadow, slow and still, Creeps o'er its dial ...
ON HIS BIRTHDAYI need not praise the sweetness of his song, Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeedsSmooth as our Charles, ...
Can this be thou who, lean and pale, With such immitigable eyeDidst look upon those writhing souls in bale, And note each ...
Stood the tall Archangel weighingAll man's dreaming, doing, saying,All the failure and the pain,All the triumph and the gain,In the ...
In town I hear, scarce wakened yet, My neighbor's clock behind the wallRecord the day's increasing debt, And _Cuckoo! Cuckoo!_ faintly call.Our ...
What boot your houses and your lands? In spite of close-drawn deed and fence,Like water, twixt your cheated hands,They slip into ...
Turbid from London's noise and smoke,Here I find air and quiet too;Air filtered through the beech and oak,Quiet by nothing ...
Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;High-poised example of great duties doneSimply as breathing, a world's honors wornAs life's indifferent gifts to ...
MaY is a pious fraud of the almanac.A ghastly parody of real SpringShaped out of snow and breathed with eastern ...
What countless years and wealth of brain were spentTo bring us hither from our caves and huts,And trace through pathless ...
WENDELL PHILLIPSHe stood upon the world's broad threshold; wideThe din of tattle and of slaughter rose;He saw God stand upon ...
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,Dim ghosts of men that hover to and fro,Hugging their bodies round ...
Ye little think what toil it was to buildA world of men imperfect even as this,Where we conceive of Good ...
Great Truths are portions of the soul of man;Great souls are portions of Eternity;Each drop of blood that e'er through ...
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