The Road to Avignon (Amy Lowell Poem)
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
iiGloria Praise the wet snow falling early. Praise the shadow my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof even this ...
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face -- the face of one long dead -- Looks ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, And a wealthy wife is she; She breeds a breed o' rovin' ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away, The doors clap to, ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Roads not yet glistening, rain slight, Broken clouds darken after thinning away. Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken. And beyond ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
THE MAN, in life wherever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor learns their ...
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of ...
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