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 ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To the tune of "Red Lips" Lonely in my secluded chamber, A thousand sorrows fill every inch of my sensitive ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
1 OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come, Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys, Leaning back in their open barouches, ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Befriending an eccentric young woman The sole resident of a secluded Victorian mansion. She takes long walks in the evening ...
Enter this cavern Stranger! the ascent Is long and steep and toilsome; here awhile Thou mayest repose thee, from the ...
For thirty years secluded from mankind, Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread ...
Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be, I pray ye all be advised by me, Go and visit Tayport on the ...
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