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 ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
My cup is empty to-night, Cold and dry are its sides, Chilled by the wind from the open window. Empty ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
An arid daylight shines along the beach Dried to a grey monotony of tone, And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
The fireplace was eager to put a fullstop, in the sentence where the road of my dreams stuck upon the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
In the shabby train no seat is vacant. The child in the ripped mask Sprawls undisturbed in the waste Of ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon) in your night's hollow the tiger stalks black grasses ...
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
Behind the cruise ship, in the wake a green phosphorescence bubbled and shimmered in the dark of night the white ...
Early Sunday morning leaving the highway Sparkles off the shoulder draw our gaze Light refracting and pulsing new frost clinging ...
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn ...
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