A Blockhead (Amy Lowell Poem)
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind, He saw the blessed light ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
I I have lived with Shades so long, So long have talked to them, I sped to street and throng, ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
It was not until later that I knew, recognized the moment for what it was, my life before it, a ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
RHYMED DISTICHS. WHO trusts in ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
From the dust, the earth living waters, a wet lump of clay spinning on the potter's wheel a shapeless form, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name, So in a voice, so in ...
I think just how my shape will rise -- When I shall be "forgiven" -- Till Hair -- and Eyes ...
Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend -- He doth not attest by Posture -- Nor Confirm ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates ...
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
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