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 ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me -- Since I was wed -- to Him -- A modesty ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Come melancholy Moralizer--come! Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath; With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF TIME! Come ...
Those petty wrongs that liberty commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
I. A Shepherd's Dog there was; and he Was faithful to his master's will, For well he lov'd his company, ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits When I am sometime absent from thy heart, Thy beauty and thy years full ...
By what serene malevolence of names Had you the gift of yours, Theophilus? Not even a smeared young Cyclops at ...
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends, That we should grieve for their too early ends: He that surveys ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
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