Crepuscule du Matin (Amy Lowell Poem)
All night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years ...
All night I wrestled with a memory Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. The crumbled wreck of years ...
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
While that my soul repairs to her devotion, Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes May take acquaintance of ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
For year upon year for many ages, our leaders presidents of both parties all of them, failing to speak If ...
The Clouds their Backs together laid The North begun to push The Forests galloped till they fell The Lightning played ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
In the shadow of a broken house, Down a deserted street, Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, And the ...
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
A region desolate and wild. Black, chafing water: and afloat, And lonely as a truant child In a waste wood, ...
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home. One brief journey betwixt heaven and earth, Then, ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
I The arts are old, old as the stones From which man carved the sphinx austere. Deep are the days ...
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