The Painted Ceiling (Amy Lowell Poem)
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
It was not until later that I knew, recognized the moment for what it was, my life before it, a ...
Traveling, to that city, traveling far guided by your light, by your nativity star finding you in the manger bed ...
This morning, that spring morning light, something special, magical, the low dim, soft light illumining the treetops, the nascent buds, ...
She was a little late for the service, for the wedding lucky for me, we were already wed This day ...
Each moment, each thought, each image before our eyes magical seconds, instances of time revelations of God's grace present now, ...
Laying back in the canoe out in the middle of the lake northern Maine June, maybe July more than thirty ...
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
That sweet subtle wonderful smell of spring, of renewal, of beauty, in the tiny flowers, the bunches bundles of pristine ...
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
A tungsten steel rock hammer a birthday present bit into the round rock uncovered a world hidden and magical hidden ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Contained in this short Life Are magical extents The soul returning soft at night To steal securer thence As Children ...
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, The maddest noise that grows, -- The birds, they make it in the spring, ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Was there a Garden or was the Garden a dream? Amid the fleeting light, I have slowed myself and queried, ...
Valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I ...
But then there comes that moment rare When, for no cause that I can find, The little voices of the ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
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