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 ...
When you've knocked about the country-been away from home for years; When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your ...
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Softened by Time's consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood's citadel And undermined the years. Bisected now, ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
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