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 ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain --and back in rain. I have ...
This Merit hath the worst -- It cannot be again -- When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest ...
The Way I read a Letter's -- this -- 'Tis first -- I lock the Door -- And push it ...
The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer's Day -- ...
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Lightning -- lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed ...
My Season's furthest Flower -- I tenderer commend Because I found Her Kinsmanless, A Grace without a Friend. (Emily Dickinson)
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- A full, and perfect time -- The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated ...
Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend -- He doth not attest by Posture -- Nor Confirm ...
On a Columnar Self -- How ample to rely In Tumult -- or Extremity -- How good the Certainty That ...
I fear a Man of frugal Speech -- I fear a Silent Man -- Haranguer -- I can overtake -- ...
I could suffice for Him, I knew -- He -- could suffice for Me -- Yet Hesitating Fractions -- Both ...
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- To know if any Human eyes were near To ...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
This is what I most want unpursued, alone to reach beyond the light that I am furthest from. And for ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
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