Xantippe(A Fragment) (Amy Levy Poems)
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
UP those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, ...
Swept into limbo is the host Of heavenly angels, row on row;The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Pale ...
A haunted town thou art to me.— Andrew LangTo-day in Florence all the airIs soft with spring, with sunlight fair;In ...
What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day?The light through the leaves is streaming,—Paulina ...
This is the end of him, here he lies: The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,The mould ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
Out of town the sky was bright and blue, Never fog-cloud, lowering, thick, was seen to frown; Nature dons a ...
Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast; No joy for thee--but thou shalt ...
Since that I may not have Love on this side the grave, Let me imagine Love. Since not mine is ...
The sky is silver-grey; the long Slow waves caress the shore.-- On such a day as this I have been ...
Ere all the world had grown so drear, When I was young and you were here, 'Mid summer roses in ...
Not in the street and not in the square, The street and square where you went and came; With shuttered ...
It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, ...
I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of ...
Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare a ...
(From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, ...
I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My spirit ...
How like her! But 'tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A ...
With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I'll not complain--could one expect So dull ...
Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro' all the weary days than this! This is no ...
(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the ...
To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With ...
In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was filled With your presence; in my heart The strife ...
To J. De P. Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a cloudless ...
Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves ...
I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you-- "'Twas here he sat; 'twas this ...
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