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, ...
He comes; I hear him up the street-- Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet, ...
Life's a jail where men have common lot. Gaunt the one who has, and who has not. All our treasures ...
I know a seraph who has golden eyes, And hair of gold, and body like the snow. Here in the ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
When she rises in the morning I linger to watch her; She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window And the ...
The wide Pacific waters And the Atlantic meet. With cries of joy they mingle, In tides of love they greet. ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
Oft have I brooded on defeat and pain, The pathos of the stupid, stumbling throng. These I ignore to-day and ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel Suffered the scorn of man for love of God; Endured the outlaw's ban, the ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
In the midst of the battle I turned, (For the thunders could flourish ...
Success is speaking words of praise, In cheering other people's ways. In doing just the best you can, With every ...
The test of a man is the fight he makes, The grit that he daily shows; The way he stands ...
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