In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
Light up my life ignite the candles individual flames alit endless candelabra tiered and terraced adoring the courts of my ...
Her pirouette caught, held captive spinning around the invisible cord her arms akimbo, bent up to her chin her leg, ...
The Midnight wooed the Morning Star, And prayed her: "Love come nearer; Your swinging coldly there afar To me but ...
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
To Kathleen- Nor I can give, nor you can take; endures The simple truth of me that is yours. Is ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
BY all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
If I was drawn here from a distant place, 'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address, But, gazing ...
There was a boy -- not above childish fears -- With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
NOT unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways: One timeless hour in time we caught from the long ...
NOT her own sorrow only that hath place Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood's years to ...
THOU! whose sublime poetic art Can pierce the pulses of the heart, Can force the treasur'd tear to flow In ...
AN ARGUMENT FOR THE MAINTENANCE OF PEACE AND GOODWILL WITH THE JAPANESE PEOPLE Glossary for the uninstructed and the hasty: ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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