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 ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger ...
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Let not the deep cup be filled with rich, amber-colored wine; My mind ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
In anguish of my heart replete with woes, And wasting pains, which best my body knows, In tossing slumbers on ...
The Russian grin bellows his condolence tó the family: ah but it's Kay, & Ted, & Chris & Anne, Henry ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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