Apology (Amy Lowell Poem)
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The star-filled seas are smooth tonight From France to England strown; Black towers above Portland light The felon-quarried stone. On ...
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains ...
COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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