1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
DAMON. Haste! Sylvia! haste, my charming Maid! Let's leave these fashionable toys; Let's seek the shelter of some shade, And ...
LIGHT and silv'ry cloudlets hover In the air, as yet scarce warm; Mild, with glimmer soft tinged over, Peeps the ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
And this reft house is that the which he built, Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd, Cautious ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
WHERE'ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
ADOWN winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev'ry ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
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