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 ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Russia and America circle each other; Threats nudge an act that were without doubt A melting of the mould in ...
thoth (who became hermes who became mercury) who was both moon and wisdom to the egyptians manifested himself mainly as ...
She, then, like snow in a dark night, Fell secretly. And the world waked With dazzling of the drowsy eye, ...
The judgment ready from the beginning the creator seeing into each beating heart Knowing all our histories how we treated ...
Empty, of our histories not truly innocent because we walk the earth yet, empty, like children able to be filled ...
Each of our journeys the authenticity of our witness our belief in salvation in the good news based on our ...
A knowing of our lives the talents and strengths our histories and beliefs guiding us from within By the spirit's ...
Water, flowing, living waters moving through his message, through his words a special message of life, life changing hope, faith, ...
In some ways, he is standing on their shoulders, fulfilling their dreams, his dream made real, in this moment this ...
Christian saints, in the congregation, in the faces on the family walls in the stories of them in the pages ...
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
A people in a foreign land resident aliens, making homes, lives histories away from their homeland Living out their days ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey ...
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, ...
The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories -- although Himself had not complained. Biography ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight? I'm fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
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