From One Who Stays (Amy Lowell Poem)
How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to ...
How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to ...
Those groans men use passing a woman on the street or on the steps of the subway to tell her ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
But these maneuverings to avoid The touching of hands, These shifts to keep the eyes employed On objects more or ...
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single ...
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird And crossed a thousand Trees Before a Fence without a Fare His Fantasy did ...
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature's curtain ...
Had this one Day not been. Or could it cease to be How smitten, how superfluous, Were every other Day! ...
Love's stricken "why" Is all that love can speak -- Built of but just a syllable The hugest hearts that ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack, But I wander like a minstrel with a ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
In a vision of the night I saw them, In the battles of the night. 'Mid the roar and the ...
The oaks are stricken by a serious illness They dry up after having let go Into the glow of a ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear ...
God, God! With a child's voice I cry, Weak, sad, confidingly- God, God! Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up ...
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