1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath Say, "It is ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
do you think an old heart can't sing do you think an old heart can't dance with a love that ...
We severed in Autumn early, Ere the earth was torn by the plough; The wheat and the oats and the ...
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
My Worthiness is all my Doubt -- His Merit -- all my fear -- Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
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 boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The ...
(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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