Xantippe(A Fragment) (Amy Levy Poems)
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
Amy Levy Poems on God (15 Poems)
A Ballad Of Religion And Marriage (Amy Levy Poems)
Swept into limbo is the host Of heavenly angels, row on row;The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Pale ...
A Cross-Road Epitaph (Amy Levy Poems)
"Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um." When first the world grew dark to me I call'd on ...
A Greek Girl (Amy Levy Poems)
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
A June-Tide Echo (Amy Levy Poems)
(After a Richter Concert.) In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, And the keen blast blew through ...
A Prayer (Amy Levy Poems)
Since that I may not have Love on this side the grave, Let me imagine Love. Since not mine is ...
Felo de Se (Amy Levy Poems)
With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh'd and have struggled in ...
Lohengrin (Amy Levy Poems)
Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may ...
Magdalen (Amy Levy Poems)
All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet ...
On the Threshold (Amy Levy Poems)
O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you ...
The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz (Amy Levy Poems)
At Loschwitz above the city The air is sunny and chill; The birch-trees and the pine-trees Grow thick upon the ...
The Old House (Amy Levy Poems)
In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;-- Here, the ...
The Piano-Organ (Amy Levy Poems)
My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my ...
To Clementina Black (Amy Levy Poems)
More blest than was of old Diogenes, I have not held my lantern up in vain. Not mine, at least, ...
To Vernon Lee (Amy Levy Poems)
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The ...