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 (75 Poems)
To Lallie (Outside the British Museum.) (Amy Levy Poems)
UP those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, ...
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 ...
Alma Mater (Amy Levy Poems)
A haunted town thou art to me.— Andrew LangTo-day in Florence all the airIs soft with spring, with sunlight fair;In ...
A Game of Lawn Tennis (Amy Levy Poems)
What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day?The light through the leaves is streaming,—Paulina ...
Epitaph (On a Commonplace Person Who Died in Bed) (Amy Levy Poems)
This is the end of him, here he lies: The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,The mould ...
A Wall Flower (Amy Levy Poems)
I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My spirit ...
In the Mile End Road (Amy Levy Poems)
How like her! But 'tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My ...
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 ...
The Two Terrors (Amy Levy Poems)
Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A ...
At a Dinner Party (Amy Levy Poems)
With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I'll not complain--could one expect So dull ...
In the Night (Amy Levy Poems)
Cruel? I think there never was a cheating More cruel, thro' all the weary days than this! This is no ...
Sinfonia Eroica (Amy Levy Poems)
(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the ...
The Village Garden (Amy Levy Poems)
To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With ...
At Dawn (Amy Levy Poems)
In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was filled With your presence; in my heart The strife ...
In the Nower (Amy Levy Poems)
To J. De P. Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a cloudless ...
Sonnet (Amy Levy Poems)
Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves ...
To a Dead Poet (Amy Levy Poems)
I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you-- "'Twas here he sat; 'twas this ...
Ballade of a Special Edition (Amy Levy Poems)
He comes; I hear him up the street-- Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet, ...
June (Amy Levy Poems)
Last June I saw your face three times; Three times I touched your hand; Now, as before, May month is ...
Straw in the Street (Amy Levy Poems)
Straw in the street where I pass to-day Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet. 'Tis for a failing ...
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, ...
Ballade of an Omnibus (Amy Levy Poems)
"To see my love suffices me." --Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms ...
Last Words (Amy Levy Poems)
Dead! all's done with! -- R. Browning. These blossoms that I bring, This song that here I sing, These tears ...
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 ...
To Death (Amy Levy Poems)
(From Lenau.) If within my heart there's mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, ...
Between the Showers (Amy Levy Poems)
Between the showers I went my way, The glistening street was bright with flowers; It seemed that March had turned ...
Lohengrin (Amy Levy Poems)
Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may ...
The Dream (Amy Levy Poems)
Believe me, this was true last night, Tho' it is false to-day. -- A.M.F. Robinson. A fair dream to my ...
To E. (Amy Levy Poems)
The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The ...