The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
What is thy thought of me? What is thy feeling? Lov'st thou the veil of sense, Or its revealing? Leav'st ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon. As for the Greek theatrical tradition Which represents ...
The brain - the brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe . Was not the chink of ...
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 Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
A Dew sufficed itself -- And satisfied a Leaf And felt "how vast a destiny" -- "How trivial is Life!" ...
No matter -- now -- Sweet -- But when I'm Earl -- Won't you wish you'd spoken To that dull ...
Dear March -- Come in -- How glad I am -- I hoped for you before -- Put down your ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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