The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
(For the Rev. Charles L. O'Donnell, C. S. C.) The garden of God is a radiant place, And every flower ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
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 ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
When the writing is going well, I am a prince in a desert palace, fountains flowing in the garden. I ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb; For with the flow'ry earth The golden pomp ...
Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do ...
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,-- In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine ...
[Composed for the merry party already mentioned, on the occasion of the departure for France of the hereditary prince, who ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: ...
Artist, fashion! talk not long! Be a breath thine only song! THE DROPS OF NECTAR. WHEN Minerva, to give pleasure ...
THERE stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and horseman In rear of ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
(* This ballad is also introduced in Faust, where it is sung by Margaret.) IN Thule lived a monarch, Still ...
in the dirt, the lawn, just barely visible a bit of smooth color, catching the light the wet earth, after ...
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
Start not-nor deem my spirit fled: In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Fill the bumper fair! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care Smooths away a wrinkle. Wit's electric flame ...
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