Venetian Glass (Amy Lowell Poem)
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the ...
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
To the maiden The sea was blue meadow, Alive with little froth-people Singing. To the sailor, wrecked, The sea was ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Life and Thought have gone away Side by side, Leaving door and windows wide. Careless tenants they! All within is ...
Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed, Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills, Who pens a ...
My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the impotence of rage, Chained by enchantment to my stall, I see ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
When thin-strewn memory I look through, I see most clearly poor Miss Loo, Her tabby cat, her cage of birds, ...
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