The Road to Avignon (Amy Lowell Poem)
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is ...
Turn from that road's beguiling ease; return to your hunger's turret. Enter, climb the stair chill with disuse, where the ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
Did they send me away from my cat and my wife To a doctor who poked me and counted my ...
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
THE hero's noble shade stands high On yonder turret grey; And as the ship is sailing by, He speeds it ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain -- A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his ...
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, Take my advice, and visit the ancient town ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
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