Happiness (Amy Lowell Poem)
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
(* The name of a game, known in English as "Jack's alight.") WE young people in the shade Sat one ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
Come Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's ...
Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's ...
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's ...
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it I found it a life full of ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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