Dreams (Amy Lowell Poem)
I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, And all my being's silent ...
I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, And all my being's silent ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
To lose one's faith -- surpass The loss of an Estate -- Because Estates can be Replenished -- faith cannot ...
Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury -- On the Heads that started with us -- Being's Peasantry -- Recognizing ...
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only -- How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics -- Or History -- One ...
I took one Draught of Life -- I'll tell you what I paid -- Precisely an existence -- The market ...
Our journey had advanced -- Our feet were almost come To that odd Fork in Being's Road -- Eternity -- ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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