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 ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This ...
Train. Distant Train. Praise the glorious distance of Train. Dogs bark, reply to the mournful echo of Train's whistle. Train ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
Epilogue to "A Vision' MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And may a lesser bell sound through ...
I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Believe me, together The bright gods come ever, Still as of old; Scarce see I Bacchus, the giver of joy, ...
He was our leader and our guide; He was our saviour and our star. We walked in friendship by his ...
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the Mother said, And folded up the letter that she'd read. 'The Colonel writes ...
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night -- Ten to make and the match to win -- A bumping ...
One said; "Lo, I would walk hand-clasped with thee Adown the ways of joy and sunlit slopes Of earthly song ...
Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
Lo, find we here when the ripe day is o'er A kingdom of enchantment by the shore! Behold the sky ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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