Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the State is thus and thus; Our legions wait at the Palace ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
A Brother and Sister O I admire and sorrow! The heart's eye grieves Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years. A ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
Lovers in the act despense With such meum-tuum sense As might warningly reveal What they must not pick or steal, ...
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself Weeping in the dark garage With your ...
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel-- and ...
God's call to us urgent for He grieves for our sin wanting us to turn that He may enter in ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house ... Thoughts that go so far. The ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring ...
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
Oh, here the air is sweet and still, And soft's the grass to lie on; And far away's the little ...
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