A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
In His glory in victory over death God coming again to judge the living and the dead Christ will come ...
In all of my words in my prayers some without words Calling to you from here on the earth that ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
It was a quiet way -- He asked if I was his -- I made no answer of the Tongue ...
If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more -- Eclipse -- at Midnight -- It was dark ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
The Soul selects her own Society -- Then -- shuts the Door -- To her divine Majority -- Present no ...
If I had been a Heathen, I'd have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
This is a place on the way after the distances can no longer be kept straight here in this dark ...
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