The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, ...
You open to me a little, then grow afraid and close again, a small boy fearing to be hurt, a ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter ...
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls Or rich with red corundum or with blue, Locked, and the key ...
I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of ...
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