Loon Point (Amy Lowell Poem)
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
or how most great achievements stem from accidental discoveries two beauties are a joy for ever ejaculated keats lusting in ...
SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress Float around thy features bright; When ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
These are the letters which Endymion wrote To one he loved in secret, and apart. And now the brawlers of ...
Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown From antique reeds to ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it, But there comes a day when your eyes are all ...
So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and ...
song Fauc1 First. Chorus. Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only ...
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