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 ...
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in ...
Crispy chimes of Autumn, spread out upon natures floor. The falling greens of spring and summer, now taking on a ...
Before you came along, I was sure oh so sure, that I was in control that I could change the ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
Coon, why did you come to this dance with a mask on? Why not the tin man and his rainbow ...
I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, But my heart was full ...
Now hearken, ye who take delight In boasting of your worth! To many a man, to many a knight, Beloved ...
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace. Along the ...
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain ...
Long I fought the driving lists, Plume a-stream and armor clanging; Link on link, between my wrists, Now my heavy ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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