The Captured Goddess (Amy Lowell Poem)
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
Up in the attic where I slept When I was a boy, a little boy, In through the lattice the ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright, so cold, so frail, That for a space ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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