A Little Song (Amy Lowell Poem)
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
Charms, that call down the moon from out her sphere, On this sick youth work your enchantments here! Bind up ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
I had for my winter evening walk-- No one at all with whom to talk, But I had the cottages ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan -- Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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