The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye ...
NOUGHT more accursed in war I know Than getting off scot-free; Inured to danger, on we go In constant victory; ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
Speak to me, aching heart: what Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself Weeping in the dark garage With your ...
When things are hard and troublesome, And life for you looks dim; Bills and debts grow daily, And finances seem ...
Needing Your strength, oh God each and every day not just when crisis hits on my walk here below Needing ...
If we listen, the beauty of her words joining her servant song all of our day long her obedience, the ...
W'en daih's chillun in de house, Dey keep on a-gittin' tall; But de folks don' seem to see Dat dey's ...
Whereas the man who hits the gong dis- proves it, in all its simplicity -- Even so the attempt makes ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
Him goin' to ride for us! Him -- with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don't he just ...
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, sometimes, For kicks, they spit two hunks of bait on hooks At either end of ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
The last Campbell's tomato soup can of the twentieth century is going to the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh That ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
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