Amorosa and Company, by Conrad Aiken
Well, there was still a sure hand, anyway,
...
Well, there was still a sure hand, anyway,
...
The Bell in the convent tower swung.
High over...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind whi...
All night no change, no whisper. Scarce a brea...
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...
Dread hour! When, upheaved by war's sulphurous...
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
on saturday
in the basement
opening
the doo...
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Muses of Sicily, a loftier strain
Be ours: th...
There was a snake in the gutter--
She was posi...
O, thou ever restless sea,
"God's half-utter...
I LEANING in silence on the tower-rampart,
T...
Love, a Bee that lurk'd among
Roses saw not, ...
When Hercules, beside the Lake
Of Lerna, cut...
Envy possesses those that know,
Great men are...
A cruel mind intent on strife,
Envying his ne...
Our parents long have passed away,
All old fa...
The gods with priceless jewels were not bought,...
In Texas, where the Wichita
Enrodes a gash, ...
The blind snake crawls along the walls
Of towe...
The new owners call them
virgin--their four ac...