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 ...
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
1 When all the world is young, lad, 2 And all the trees are green; 3 And every goose a ...
So we settled it all when the storm was done As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to ...
Puck of Poock's Hills Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to ...
Much wonder I--here long low-laid - That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made, Between Thyself ...
Sitting alone, Love bids me go and write; Reason plucks back, commanding me to stay, Boasting that she doth still ...
This Merit hath the worst -- It cannot be again -- When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest ...
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Lightning -- lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
(My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a ...
Love has had his way with me. This my heart is torn and maimed Since he took his play with ...
'Twas in the year of 1887, which many people will long remember, The burning of the Theatre at Exeter on ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Down the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, Yet none the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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