Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window (Amy Lowell Poem)
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
Abram was his name Born to live childless Ready to walk in faith Aged father to Ishmael, Isaac His offspring ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
You think I cannot understand. Ah, but I do... I have been wrung with anger and compassion for you. I ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We're door by door, by Flora's temple dome; And in the country, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
WHat on Earth deserves our trust ? Youth and Beauty both are dust. Long we gathering are with pain, What ...
The grass shall never forget this grave. When homeward footing it in the sun After the weary ride by rail, ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
I was a peasant girl from Germany, Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. And the first place I worked was at ...
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