The End (Amy Lowell Poem)
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which ...
Throughout the echoing chambers of my brain I hear your words in mournful cadence toll Like some slow passing-bell which ...
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
Melibæus. WElcome fair Nymphs, most welcome to this shade, Distemp'ring Heats do now the Plains invade: But you may sit, ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
WITHIN the chamber, far away From the glad feast, sits Love in dread Lest guests disturb, in wanton play, The ...
Well, they talk of woolly-bear caterpillars which is it, wide brown or wide orange stripes or maybe it is when ...
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
Father of all! In every age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or ...
Oh, thou demon Drink, thou fell destroyer; Thou curse of society, and its greatest annoyer. What hast thou done to ...
We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet, and then ...
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