Treasure Island

Amy Lowell

(9 February 1874 – 12 May 1925 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Quotations

  • ''A man must be sacrificed now and again
    To provide for the next generation of men.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. "A Critical Fable," st. 2.
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  • ''The dead fed you
    Amid the slant stones of graveyards.
    Pale ghosts who planted you
    Came in the night-time
    And let their thin hair blow through your clustered stems.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Lilacs (l. 41-45). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Because it is my country
    And I speak to it of itself
    And sing of it with my own voice
    Since certainly it is mine.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Lilacs (l. 106-109). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Lilacs,
    False blue,
    White,
    Purple,
    Colour of lilac,''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Lilacs (l. 1-5). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Time! Joyless emblem of the greed
    Of millions, robber of the best
    Which earth can give ...''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. New York at Night.
  • ''Moon!
    Moon!
    I am prone before you.
    Pity me,
    And drench me in loneliness.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. "On a Certain Critic."
  • ''Underneath my stiffened gown
    Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Patterns (l. 32-33). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Not a softness anywhere about me,
    Only whalebone and brocade.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Patterns (l. 17-18). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''I shall go
    Up and down
    In my gown.
    Gorgeously arrayed,
    Boned and stayed.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Patterns (l. 97-101). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
  • ''I am very like to swoon
    With the weight of this brocade,
    For the sun sifts through the shade.''
    Amy Lowell (1874-1925), U.S. poet. Patterns (l. 56-58). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.

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A Little Song

When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon!
Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.

Whirl round the earth as never sun
Has his diurnal journey run.

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