A Petition (Amy Lowell Poem)
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
Off in the basement beyond the cellar stairway in the mist of the dust the harbingers of time Within the ...
Inside this obelisk this homage, this singular space dedicated to the first in the heart of the city forgotten stones ...
A row of picture frames descends the stairway from the upstairs to the living room Four images frozen in time ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look, the way the music sounds, the way the words are ...
She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All ...
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak! Not yellow eyes in ...
Ere all the world had grown so drear, When I was young and you were here, 'Mid summer roses in ...
In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;-- Here, the ...
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD. The sun gives not directly The coal, the ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
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