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 ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
1895 There's a Legion that never was listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
No fault in women, to refuse The offer which they most would chuse. --No fault: in women, to confess How ...
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Of Yellow was the outer Sky In Yellower Yellow hewn Till Saffron in Vermilion slid Whose seam could not be ...
There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed -- A Summer briefer than the first ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Pierre Bonnard would enter the museum with a tube of paint in his pocket and a sable brush. Then violating ...
She LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes, Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! Where ...
Come to me with the full moon, tell me a word or two, all the garden will be soon sprinkled ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
Your lips are like a southern lily red, Wet with the soft rain-kisses of the night, In which the brown ...
Sweet serene sky-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long cloudy bed Shoot forth thy damask head! New-startled ...
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