A Fixed Idea (Amy Lowell Poem)
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind ...
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
the way loss seeps into neck hollows and curls at temples sits between front teeth cavity empty and waiting for ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
. . . . . . . . Hope holds to Christ the mind's own mirror out To take His ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
God's call to us urgent for He grieves for our sin wanting us to turn that He may enter in ...
So hard, sometimes, life, the load we may face nothing impossible, not in the vocabulary, not in the mind of ...
For the sick, in body, in spirit, joys, celebrations, concerns cries in the sanctuary, in prayers spoken, in the silent ...
Having picked the final datum From the universe And fixed it in its column, Named the causes of infinity, Performed ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you ...
WHEN some beloved voice that was to you Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly, And silence, against which you dare ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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