The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
Last night thin rain, gusty wind. Dense sleep doesn't fade a wine hangover. I'm talking to her who rolled up ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over, Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past, Cold and white, out ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
'Twas on Friday the 2nd of March, in the year of 1894, That the Storm Fiend did loudly laugh and ...
SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The ...
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