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 Mind (16 Poems)
The Promise of Sleep (Amy Levy Poems)
Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast; No joy for thee--but thou shalt ...
The Sequel to a Reminiscence (Amy Levy Poems)
Not in the street and not in the square, The street and square where you went and came; With shuttered ...
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 March Day in London (Amy Levy Poems)
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
A Minor Poet (Amy Levy Poems)
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
Cambridge in the Long (Amy Levy Poems)
Where drowsy sound of college-chimes Across the air is blown, And drowsy fragrance of the limes, I lie and dream ...
In a Minor Key (Amy Levy Poems)
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
Magdalen (Amy Levy Poems)
All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet ...
Out of Town (Amy Levy Poems)
Out of town the sky was bright and blue, Never fog-cloud, lowering, thick, was seen to frown; Nature dons a ...
Philosophy (Amy Levy Poems)
Ere all the world had grown so drear, When I was young and you were here, 'Mid summer roses in ...
Ralph to Mary (Amy Levy Poems)
Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare a ...
Run to Death (Amy Levy Poems)
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
Sonnet (Amy Levy Poems)
Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves ...
The End of the Day (Amy Levy Poems)
To B. T. Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.-- The sky that was so ...
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 ...