Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window (Amy Lowell Poem)
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Cupid, I hate thee, which I'd have thee know; A naked starveling ever may'st thou be. Poor rogue, go pawn ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
BEHOLD, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely resembling, In shame and in sorrow, thy wither'd-up heart -- If drinking deep, ...
The wine-cup is circling in Almhin's hall, And its Chief, 'mid his heroes reclining, Looks up, with a sigh to ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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