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, ...
Of the dark past A child is born; With joy and grief My heart is torn. Calm in his cradle ...
At that hour when all things have repose, O lonely watcher of the skies, Do you hear the night wind ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder ...
NOW I make a leaf of Voices-for I have found nothing mightier than they are, And I have found that ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
By no kind Augustus reared, To no Medici endeared, German art arose; Fostering glory smiled not on her, Ne'er with ...
Youth's gay springtime scarcely knowing Went I forth the world to roam-- And the dance of youth, the glowing, Left ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape ...
My OBERON, with ev'ry sprite "That gilds the vapours of the night, "Shall dance and weave the verdant ring "With ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray In glimmering valleys, cool and far away. Come from the greedy mart, ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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