A Japanese Wood-Carving (Amy Lowell Poem)
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, ...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense Of honour-shaded thought,--an ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
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