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 ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
The Four Archangels, so the legends tell, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, Azrael, Being first of those to whom the Power was ...
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
With heads raised, not bowed in prayer speaking with one voice, raising a single prayer, calling you into our midst, ...
She longed for a quiet place a little solitary space to focus her thoughts as she ought to set down ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
God incomprehensible and sovereign. [Can creatures to perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
IN her ear he whispers gaily, 'If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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