Frankincense and Myrrh (Amy Lowell Poem)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
"`I can't get out', said the starling." Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
When all the world would keep a matter hid, Since Truth is seldom Friend to any crowd, Men write in ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All, I take a box And add it to my wild rice, ...
A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
When among creatures fair of countenance Love comes enformed in such proud character, So far as other beauty yields to ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
I Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
IN summer time, with high imaginings Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim kings, The children crowned themselves with famous names, ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
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