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 ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
AS a butterfly renew'd, When in life I breath'd my last, To the spots my flight I wing, Scenes of ...
One by one they appear in the darkness: a few friends, and a few with historical names. How late they ...
Beware of false teachings promising something for less omitting part of the story the scripture, the Christ His life is ...
Christ before them the living God standing in their presence on a path, silent submitting to their power Remaining silent ...
What makes these words so distinct, so special, so unique, that they must be in quotes, that each, in their ...
A prayer for Micah in the words, the power of his story His words coming true the promise of God ...
All we ask, all we pray, to you we live our plea through Christ, Our Lord In his holy name, ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Each Life Converges to some Centre -- Expressed -- or still -- Exists in every Human Nature A Goal -- ...
Having begun in thought there in that factual embodied wonder what was lost in the emptied lovers patience and mind ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
I MUSE among these silent fanes Whose spacious darkness guards your dust; Around me sleep the hoary plains That hold ...
Ye Sons of Mars, it gives me great content To think there has been erected a handsome monument In memory ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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