The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
What is green in me darkens, muscadine. If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I ...
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! - Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, ...
BRIGHT Star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with ...
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, - As though ...
Moments the mightiest pass calendared, And when the Absolute In backward Time outgave the deedful word Whereby all life is ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
The pot at the end of the driveway alive with colors, radiant in the sun marigolds, tomatoes, and morning glories ...
Waiting for the ripening of the fruit the lone branch, the prickered vine one single ripe berry rich warm flesh ...
Oh how fitting, a lectionary story caught in the summer months, hot and harsh for ripe summer fruit ripening even ...
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth ...
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! ...
We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and ...
Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day, With sun above and silent veldt below; And our ...
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, ...
Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a ...
And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the "Flying Gang". 'Twas a chosen ...
Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Ho, come out with the wind of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each ...
(From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale, The summer fields are ripening, ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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