The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
When the writing is going well, I am a prince in a desert palace, fountains flowing in the garden. I ...
Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, ... stupendous Evening strains to be tíme's vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night. ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
Welcome, maids of honour, You do bring In the Spring; And wait upon her. She has virgins many, Fresh and ...
Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- Hers be damask fine -- Tho' she wear a silver apron -- I, a ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- Velvet people from Vevay -- Balles from some lost summer day -- Bees exclusive ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
Will there be starlight tonight while she gathers damask and lilac and sweet-scented heathers? And will she find flowers, or ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray, Still a silent waving tide O'er thy glitt'ring carpet glide, While I chaunt my ROUNDELAY, ...
EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r, Thy thrilling ...
UPON a garden's perfum'd bed With various gaudy colours spread, Beneath the shelter of a ROSE A BUTTERFLY had sought ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
has not altered;-- a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I've never seen. Every name is ...
Sweet serene sky-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long cloudy bed Shoot forth thy damask head! New-startled ...
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