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 ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. They that sit in the gate speak ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, ...
Fruitless figs in the yard of the landowner ready for the ax not living to their potential with loving hands ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then, surely, ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: Thy life never continueth in ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
Where the remote Bermudas ride In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd, From a small Boat, that row'd along, The listning Winds ...
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