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 ...
What, have I waked again? I never thoughtTo see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere ...
Swept into limbo is the host Of heavenly angels, row on row;The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Pale ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
How like her! But 'tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My ...
Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro' all the weary days than this! This is no ...
What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it ails the place, That all the people in the street ...
I. She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings, Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and ...
Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare a ...
(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the ...
To B. T. Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.-- The sky that was so ...
"Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um." When first the world grew dark to me I call'd on ...
A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
With beating heart and lagging feet, Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat. All bring hither the fruits of toil, Measures of ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
(From Lenau.) If within my heart there's mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, ...
Since that I may not have Love on this side the grave, Let me imagine Love. Since not mine is ...
"O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow"-- Such was the song you sang ...
I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My spirit ...
What does youth know of love? Little enough, I trow! He plucks the myrtle for his brow, For his forehead ...
"To see my love suffices me." --Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms ...
Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro' the pane, I am aware Of ...
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