Aftermath (Amy Lowell Poem)
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Words of love, agape love, told to a hand, a foot, an ear, those with prophesy, with tongues to share, ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That ...
Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit, Whilst I in darkness, ...
She hideth Her the last -- And is the first, to rise -- Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
What happened to the boy I was? Why did he run away? And leave me old and thinking, like There'd ...
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