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 ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre, And of the golden hair, And of the golden fire, ...
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling, Where my dark lover lies. Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his ...
Long long I lay in the sands Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
(Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer, The God with the long grey beard And flowing robe fastened ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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