The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left alone ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The strong man's hand, the snow-cool head of age, The certain-footed sympathies of youth - These, and that lofty passion ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
I Not by the grief that stuns and overwhelms All outward recognition of revealed And righteous omnipresence are the days ...
Gold in the mountain, And gold in the glen, And greed in the heart, Heaven having no part, And unsatisfied ...
Now it is Loneliness who comes at night Instead of Sleep, to sit beside my bed. Like a tired child ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make ...
I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until ...
Now and again All my body springs alive, And the life that is polarised in my eyes, That quivers between ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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