Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats’s Poems (Amy Lowell Poems)
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Behold the rocky wall That down its sloping sides Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall, In rushing river-tides! ...
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
So I Send You, sown seeds cast, not capriciously, lovingly, spread into the world sent into the darkness, bits of ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
A girl whom I've not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On ...
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the ...
At last we parley: we so strangely dumb In such a close communion! It befell About the sounding of the ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
What is it about the Abyss that tempts the young poet to kiss the air and head for the nearest ...
I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger ...
The moon's an open furnace door Where all can see the blast, We shovel in our blackest griefs, Upon that ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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