Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A ...
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ...
I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; And there is not a ...
As you descend, slowly, falling faster past you this snow, ghostly, some flakes bio- luminescent (you plunge, and this lit ...
1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan ...
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