At Night (Amy Lowell Poem)
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
Con the dead page as 'twere live love: press on! Cold wisdom's words will ease thy track for thee; Aye, ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse. ...
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious ...
THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, ...
BLEST be thy song, sweet NIGHTINGALE, Lorn minstrel of the lonely vale ! Where oft I've heard thy dulcet strain ...
Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in ...
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