Latest Views Of Mr. Biglow (James Russell Lowell Poems)
Ef I a song or two could make Like rockets druv by their own burnin',All leap an' light, to leave a ...
Ef I a song or two could make Like rockets druv by their own burnin',All leap an' light, to leave a ...
INTRODUCTIONThe theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory;But yet of Corney and his friend, We've often longed to tell ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
Oh! the balloon, the great balloon!It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon,And every one said we should hear of it ...
SWEET scene, on me full often hast thou smil'd,And for a while my pressing cares beguil'd;In thee have I spent ...
In elder days, in Saturn's prime,Ere baldness seized the head of Time,While truant Jove, in infant pride,Play'd barefoot on Olympus' ...
Ye Thirty noble Nations Confederate in One!That keep your starry stations Around the Western Sun,—I have a glorious mission, And must obey the ...
I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,Its radiant form went swinging like a star:In its song prophetic ...
O this political air so heavy with the bellsand motors of a slow night, and no place to restbut rain ...
An angry Black woman on the subject of the angry White man:We didn't always need affirmative actionWhen we broke this ...
Apollo.Abate, fair fugitive, abate thy speed,Dismiss thy fears, and turn thy beauteous head;With kind regard a panting lover view;Less swiftly ...
<i>1. The Enigma of Arrival</i>We are nude beneath our costumesas in the false myths we have been forcedto memorizeand there ...
Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the seething sea,To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free;Thanks to each ...
This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag,And it's looked on Outside as an ...
In the Borghese, Caravaggio, painter of boy whores, street punk, exile & murderer,Left behind his own face in the decapitated, ...
What sayst thou, traveller, of all thou saw'st afar? On every tree hangs boredom, ripening to its fall,Didst gather it, thou ...
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
The Captains sailed from all the World-from all the world and Spain;And each one for his country's ease, her glory ...
The face of QanaPale, like that of Jesusand the sea breeze of April…Rains of blood.. and tears..2They entered Qana stepping ...
It always has been a thought discreetTo know the company you meet;And sure there may be secret dangerIn talking much ...
II was a rebel, if you please,A reckless fighter to the last,Nor do I fall upon my kneesAnd ask forgiveness ...
IMPRIMIS — My departed Shade I trust To Heav'n — My Body to the silent Dust; My Name to publick Censure I submit, To be dispos'd of as the World thinks fit; My Vice and Folly let Oblivion close, The World already is o'erstock'd with those; My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store, To those who think they had enough before. Bestow my Patience to compose the Lives Of slighted Virgins and neglected Wives; To modish Lovers I resign my Truth, My cool Reflexion to unthinking Youth; And some Good-nature give ('tis my Desire) To surly Husbands, as their Needs require; And first discharge my Funeral — and then To the small Poets I bequeath my Pen. Let a small Sprig (true Emblem of my Rhyme) Of blasted Laurel on my Hearse recline; Let some grave Wight, that struggles for Renown, By chanting Dirges through a Market-Town, With gentle Step precede the solemn Train; A broken Flute upon his Arm shall lean. Six comick Poets may the Corse surround, And All Free-holders, if they can be found: Then follow next the melancholy Throng, As shrewd Instructors, who themselves are wrong. The Virtuoso, rich in Sun-dry'd Weeds, The Politician, whom no Mortal heeds, The silent Lawyer, chamber'd all the Day, And the stern Soldier that receives no Pay. But stay — the Mourners shou'd be first our Care, Let the freed Prentice lead the Miser's Heir; Let the young Relict wipe her mournful Eye, And widow'd Husbands o'er their Garlick cry. All this let my Executors fulfil, And rest assur'd that this is Mira's Will, Who was, when she these Legacies design'd, In Body healthy, and compos'd in Mind. (Mary Leapor)
1 My Brothers of this world, of ev'ry Nation, Some maxims of prudence the Muse would inspire. Now restlessness reigns throughout every station; The ...
Nay, Mr. Simpson!--'Tis not kind--polite--To shut me out, sir?--I'm in such a fright!--I can not speak the lines, I'm sure!--Oh, ...
O pupils of Gaza . . .Teach us . . .A little of what you haveFor we have forgotten . ...
Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall, 'Bout de time dat all de critters gin dey fancy ball? Some folks ...
WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser!Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.Had she consulted 'me', ...
I have listened to this cry of "Woman's Rights," this clamoringfor the ballot, for redress for woman's wrongs, and I ...
Ye heedless Fair, who pass the live--long Day,In Dress and Scandal, Gallantry and Play;Who thro' new Scenes of Pleasure hourly ...
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