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 ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment ...
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