Irony (Amy Lowell Poem)
An arid daylight shines along the beach Dried to a grey monotony of tone, And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon ...
An arid daylight shines along the beach Dried to a grey monotony of tone, And stranded jelly-fish melt soft upon ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish ...
In time with him drawing closer God's power reviving giving us new vision As He did for Christ on the ...
dry bones, how did they get there, filling the valley floor, pondering the story, before the story context and meaning ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o'er the wave, ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
Christ our wisdom, righteousness, etc. 1 Cor. 1:30. How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Why should you be astonished that my heart, Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth, Should be revived ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
OH how comely it is and how reviving To the Spirits of just men long opprest! When God into the ...
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