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 ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
1913 These are our regulations-- There's just one law for the Scout And the first and the last, and the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Two fish Under the spell Of the fisherman. One in the bucket One on the line, Hook deep into flesh. ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
We never know we go when we are going -- We jest and shut the Door -- Fate -- following ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
They deliver the edicts of God without delay And are exempt from apprehension from detention And with their God-given Petasus, ...
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And ...
Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd ...
I was the Sunday school superintendent, The dummy president of the wagon works And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas ...
She took my strength by the minutes, She took my life by hours, She drained me like a fevered moon ...
Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done ...
In Hayfield I imagine not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits but a Spitfire's sunk fuselage has smoked ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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