A Lady (Amy Lowell Poem)
You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of ...
You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes ...
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
I Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, Which over the earth before man came was ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
To undertake is to achieve Be Undertaking blent With fortitude of obstacle And toward encouragement That fine Suspicion, Natures must ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret sperm ...
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret sperm ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
LIKE this alabaster box whose art Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, Carven with delicate dreams and wrought ...
It came to him in rainbow dreams, Blent with the wisdom of the sages, Of spirit and of passion born; ...
Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder, Chance had led my feet to ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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