The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? Where may the grave of that good man be?-- By the side ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I was walking by the road, I do not know why, when the noonday was past and bamboo branches rustled ...
With a golden rolling sound Booming came a bell, From the aery in the tower Eagles fell; So with regal ...
They turned him loose; he bowed his head, A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
THE summer sun shone round me, The folded valley lay In a stream of sun and odour, That sultry summer ...
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