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 ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
Emporers and kings! in vain you strive Your torments to conceal-- The age is come that shakes your thrones, Tramples ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
The murderer's little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch ...
Genius, like gold and precious stones, is chiefly prized because of its rarity. Geniuses are people who dash of weird, ...
Is it so, that the sword is broken, Our sword, that was halfway drawn? Is it so, that the light ...
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
ROSES and gold For you today, And the flash of flying flags. I will have Ashes, Dust in my hair, ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like aged ...
Their spirits beat upon mine Like the wings of a thousand butterflies. I closed my eyes and felt their spirits ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
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