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 ...
Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
December 1899 I She sits in the tawny vapour That the Thames-side lanes have uprolled, Behind whose webby fold-on-fold Like ...
I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we're sick of prayers and Providence ...
After the red leaf and the gold have gone, Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain Bruised and ...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ...
Along the garden terrace, under which A purple valley (lighted at its edge By smoky torch-flame on the long cloud-ledge ...
Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
I smile o'er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair; And ...
There, a little right of Ursus Major, is the Milky Way: a man can point it out, the biggest billionfold ...
How many times, like lotus lilies risen Upon the surface of a river, there Have risen floating on my blood ...
Since you did depart Out of my reach, my darling, Into the hidden, I see each shadow start With recognition, ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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