The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
[Goethe says of this ode, that it is the only one remaining out of several strange hymns and dithyrambs composed ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
"WHAT tuneful strains salute mine ear Without the ...
DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one, Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain. ...
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in ...
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
WHEN Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers-"Pray ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day And gathered there the nosegay that you see Singing within myself ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dar'd to own before, Which then we hid not; We ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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