The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
What Twigs We held by -- Oh the View When Life's swift River striven through We pause before a further ...
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- 'Tis dimmer than a Lace -- No stature has it, like a Fog ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dim And ...
Behold this little volume here inrolde: 'Tis the Almighty's present to the world: Hearken earth's earth; each sencelesse thing can ...
There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street -- Why can't you lift ...
What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of builded ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
Oh you who are shy of the popular eye, (Though most of us seek to survive it) Just think of ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
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