A Petition (Amy Lowell Poem)
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen, Her languid arms in silver slumber lying: Ah! through their nestling touch, ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise, From love's deep slumber and from death, For lo! the treees are full of ...
In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: ...
I said to Love, "It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All ...
The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
On the wide level of a mountain's head, (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) Their pinions, ostrich-like, ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding across malignant half my years or so? One evil faery it was workt ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover, That letters a message for us as for ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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