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 fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The nights have grown cool again, like the nights Of early spring, and quiet again. Will Speech disturb you? We're ...
The flowers of the morning rose hyacinth, tulips, daffodils, narcissus, in the garden sudden illumined washed, from a distance alive ...
The cluster of daffodils, variegated in color hiding, behind the yellow screened behind the forsythia Seeking out their stature their ...
Like swans, hiding in the reeds the cattails, the plants A cluster of daffodils screened by the forsythia branches Their ...
A clump of daffodils cups of bright canary atop their swaying stems rising from the gray-brown mulch green and yellow, ...
Daffodils, crocuses, hyacinths green shorts up through the peaty wet mulch, the still-white snow of March; the warming sun drawing ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- ...
She dwelleth in the Ground -- Where Daffodils -- abide -- Her Maker -- Her Metropolis -- The Universe -- ...
Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block ...
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I'm accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, ...
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
I HAVE seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of ...
'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth, The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping ...
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