In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
How grave thou loookest, loved one! wherefore so? Thy marble image seems a type of thee; Like it, no sign ...
The wind, waves, in the frozen surface dark and light, sculptured, textured like footprints in the snow a herd of ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, "No storied urn nor animated bust;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
It snowed and snowed ,the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on ...
In love they wore themselves in a green embrace. A silken rain fell through the spring upon them. In the ...
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
"No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles." No swan, with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, ...
When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain Roars round about me as I walk the street, The myriad ...
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