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Walt Whitman: A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine
A Carol Closing Sixty-NineA carol closing sixty-nine—a resume—a repetition, My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land—your…Amy Lowell: A Fixed Idea
A Fixed IdeaWhat torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught…Amy Lowell: At Night
At NightThe wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze Is this, though hot July is at its height, Gone is…Amy Lowell: Frankincense and Myrrh
Frankincense and MyrrhMy heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the…Amy Lowell: Petals
PetalsLife is a stream On which we strew Petal 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,…Amy Lowell: The Poet
The PoetWhat instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, nothing daunt His never failing eagerness. The sun Setting in splendour…Amy Lowell: To an Early Daffodil
To an Early DaffodilThou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers Does warm thee into being, through the…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Bell
The BellI love thy music, mellow bell, I love thine iron chime, To life or death, to heaven or hell, Which calls the sons of Time. Thy voice upon the deep The home-bound sea-boy hails,…Sara Teasdale: Red Maples
Red MaplesIn the last year I have learned How few men are worth my trust; I have seen the friend I loved Struck by death into the dust, And fears I never knew before Have knocked and knocked…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Though Night hath climbed her peak")
Sonnet Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridgèd pearl And portals of pure silver…Trending
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