On Carpaccio’s Picture (Amy Lowell Poems)
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
Amy Lowell Poems on Dreams (18 Poems)
A Petition (Amy Lowell Poem)
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
Clear, with Light, Variable Winds (Amy Lowell Poem)
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
On Carpaccio’s Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula (Amy Lowell Poems)
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
Sunshine through a Cobwebbed Window (Amy Lowell Poem)
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
The Lamp of Life (Amy Lowell Poem)
Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the ...
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Azure and Gold (Amy Lowell Poem)
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
In Darkness (Amy Lowell Poem)
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go ...
Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Patience (Amy Lowell Poem)
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...
Petals (Amy Lowell Poem)
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in ...