The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
1902 When the darkened Fifties dip to the North, And frost and the fog divide the air, And the day ...
Nature teaches us our tongue again And the swift sentences came pat. I came Into cool night rescued from rainy ...
FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and ...
i got nothing last year and i expect nothing this so i've got to find if i'm to be rewarded ...
Struggling, wrestling with God this flawed patriarch, Jacob, stealing a birthright, usurper Holding on for a blessing, a blessing from ...
We are to be the stewards of God's mysteries the ones to safeguard his secrets, the majesty of creation the ...
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Maiden most beautiful, mother most bountiful, lady of lands, Queen and republican, crowned of the centuries whose years are thy ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
Youth's gay springtime scarcely knowing Went I forth the world to roam-- And the dance of youth, the glowing, Left ...
Three words will I name thee--around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee; But ...
Though dusty wits dare scorn astrology, And fools can think those lamps of purest light Whose numbers, ways, greatness, eternity, ...
With what sharp checks I in myself am shent, When into Reason's audit I do go: And by just counts ...
Unto seventy years and seven, Hide your double birthright well- You, that are the brat of Heaven And the pampered ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
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