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 ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds That threatened it -- did run And crouched behind his Yellow Door Was ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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