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 ...
Amy Levy Poems (75 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Borderland (Amy Levy Poems)
Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro' the pane, I am aware Of ...
London in July (Amy Levy Poems)
What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it ails the place, That all the people in the street ...
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 ...
To Sylvia (Amy Levy Poems)
"O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow"-- Such was the song you sang ...
A Dirge (Amy Levy Poems)
"Mein Herz, mein Herz ist traurig Doch lustig leuchtet der Mai" There's May amid the meadows, There's May amid 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 ...
London Poets (Amy Levy Poems)
(In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, ...
The First Extra (Amy Levy Poems)
A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like ...
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 ...