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, ...
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, He groped and fiddled doggedly along, His worn face glaring on the ...
SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word, Dropt now and then from the bill of a bird, Reached me on wind-wafts; ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the ...
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
"No, Mary, there was nothing-not a word. Nothing, and always nothing. Go again Yourself, and he may listen-or at least ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
Look how the same possibilities unfold in their opposite demeanors, as though one saw different ages passing through two identical ...
He dropped, -- more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could ...
Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape, Rain whitens the dead sea, From headland dim to sullen cape Grey sails creep ...
Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's ...
Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
TRUE Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain. The workman lays wearily ...
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