Francis II, King of Naples (Amy Lowell Poem)
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
The delusion of power of central authority unwilling to leave in the face of the protest The price of his ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
There was a green branch hung with many a bell When her own people ruled this tragic Eire; And from ...
My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter ...
1 CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides; Out of the old and new-out ...
When my blood flows calm as a purling river, When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, It ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
A curse upon each king who leads his state, No matter what his plea, to this foul game, And may ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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