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Amy Lowell:A Coloured Print by&n
It winds along the face of a cliffThis path which I long to explore,And over it dashes a waterfall,And the air is full of the roarAnd the thunderous voice of waters which sweepIn a silver torrent ove -
Amy Lowell:A Winter Ride
Who shall declare the joy of the running!Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.Everything mo -
Amy Lowell:Behind a Wall
I own a solace shut within my heart,A garden full of many a quaint delightAnd warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright,Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dartShining thingsWith powdered wings.He -
Amy Lowell:A Little Song
When you, my Dear, are away, away,How wearily goes the creeping day.A year drags after morning, and nightStarts another year of candle light.O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!Grant me, I beg of you, t -
Amy Lowell:A Japanese Wood-Carving
High up above the open, welcoming doorIt hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.Once, long ago, it was a waving treeAnd knew the sun and shadow through the leavesOf forest trees, in a thick eastern -
Amy Lowell:Fragment
What is poetry? Is it a mosaicOf coloured stones which curiously are wroughtInto a pattern? Rather glass that's taughtBy patient labor any hue to takeAnd glowing with a sumptuous splendor, mak...2008-05-06 编辑：echo 标签： 第六章
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Amy Lowell:Venetian Glass
As one who sails upon a wide, blue seaFar out of sight of land, his mind intentUpon the sailing of his little boat,On tightening ropes and shaping fair his course,Hears suddenly, across the restless2008-05-06 编辑：echo 标签： 第六章
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Amy Lowell:Petals
Life is a streamOn which we strewPetal by petal the flower of our heart;The end lost in dream,They float past our view,We only watch their glad, early start.Freighted with hope,Crimsoned with joy,We -
Amy Lowell:Azure and Gold
April had covered the hillsWith flickering yellows and reds,The sparkle and coolness of snowWas blown from the mountain beds.Across a deep-sunken streamThe pink of blossoming trees,And from windless -
Amy Lowell:Apples of Hesperides
Glinting golden through the trees,Apples of Hesperides!Through the moon-pierced warp of nightShoot pale shafts of yellow light,Swaying to the kissing breezeSwings the treasure, golden-gleaming,Apples -
Amy Lowell:Suggested by the Cove
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a signTo put upon the cover of this book?Who heard thee singing in the distance dim,The vague, far greenness of the enshrouding wood,When the damp freshness of th2008-05-05 编辑：echo 标签： 第六章
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Amy Lowell:Before the Altar
With empty hands;Upon it perfumed offerings burnWreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn.Not one of all these has he given,No flame of his has leapt to HeavenFiresouled, vermilion-hearted,Forked, and
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