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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
No longer of Him be it said "He hath no place to lay His head." In every land a constant ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let ...
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
After the Magi, the gifts gold, frankincense, myrrh, a sudden dream, fear, panic, flea, fly, go to the land of ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
What else could we do, for the doors were guarded, What else could we do, for they had imprisoned us, ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where--by ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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