Birthday Verses (James Russell Lowell Poems)
WRITTEN IN A CHILD'S ALBUM'Twas sung of old in hut and hallHow once a king in evil hourHung musing o'er ...
WRITTEN IN A CHILD'S ALBUM'Twas sung of old in hut and hallHow once a king in evil hourHung musing o'er ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in ...
IIn summer when the days are hotThe subway is delayed a lot;In winter, quite the selfsame thing;In autumn also, and ...
First I forgot you in your voice.If you were talking to me now,here by my side,I would ask, "Who's there?"Then ...
Bird, are you singing to me,Perch'd on my own window-sill?Can you, in your little brain,Knowledge have and thought retain,That I ...
Upon the meads where we were wont to stray,'Guiling with springtime hopes the winter hours,The Spring has smiled; yon slope ...
When April woke the drowsy flowers, And vagrant odors thronged the breeze,And bluebirds wrangled in the bowers, And daisies flashed along the ...
It stands thereTall and solitary on the edgeOf the last hill, green on the green hill.Ten o'clock the tree's called, ...
The ancient poets ne'er did dreamThat Canada was land of cream,They ne'er imagined it could flowIn this cold land of ...
Three triangles of birds crossed Over the enormous ocean which extended In winter like a green beast. Everything just lay ...
The low days of Novemberhave again returned, gray as a pail;at ease with the lessening lighton the faces of children.The ...
SPRING will come to help me: she'll be back again, Back with the soft sun, the sun I knew before. She will ...
Oh! yonder is the well known spot,My dear, my long lost native home!Oh, welcome is yon little cot,Where I shall ...
1A phantom scene barely glimmers,The soft choirs of shades,Melpomene has lashed the windows of her room with satin.Wagons stand in the ...
Some men enjoy the constant strifeOf days with work and worry rife,But that is not my dream of life:I think ...
For Elliott ColemanThe bison, or tiger, or whatever beasthunting or hunted, and the twiggy hunterwith legs and spear, in the ...
Blossom and greenness, making allThe winter birthday tropical,And the plain Quaker parlors gay,Have gone from bracket, stand, and wall;We saw ...
Turn from Kerry crossroads and leave the wooded dells,Take the mountain path and find where Tip O'Leary dwells;Tip O'Leary is ...
When the leaf is on the tree,And the bird is in the bower,And the butterfly and bee,Bear its treasures from ...
Beneath the sunny autumn sky,With gold leaves dropping round,We sought, my little friend and I,The consecrated ground,Where, calm beneath the ...
Under the pines, near the murmuring brook,I know the wild orchids grow,Fair and pure in their shady nook,A page in ...
RELENTLESS Winter, hence away!Collect thy stormy bands and fly:Thy chilling frost, and snow, and hail,And the piercing northern gale:We wish ...
SPEAK to us out of midnight's heart,Thou who forever sleepless art!The thoughts of Night are still and deep;She cloth Thy ...
"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may — Sleep, oh, sleep!" Eugene Field.Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,The soft wind sang to ...
THROUGH the dreary winter,Ice-locked, white, and chill!All its laughter sleeping,All its music still;Not a flower to love itFrom the bank ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficientto see and hear whatever coming and going is,losing the self to the victoryof ...
See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course,Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force,By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain,Not ...
Summer-like for an instant the autumn sun bursts out,And the light through the turning elms is green and clear;It slants ...
Bland as the morning breath of JuneThe southwest breezes play;And, through its haze, the winter noonSeems warm as summer's day.The ...
Heel and toe, heel and toe, That is the song we sing; Turn to your partner and curtsey low, Balance and forward and ...
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