About Amy Lowell
1874 - 1925/AmericanAmy Lowell was born in 1874 at Sevenels, a ten-acre family estate in Brookline, Massachusetts. Her family was Episcopalian, of old New England stock, and at the top of Boston society. Lowell was the youngest of five children. Her elder brother Abbott Lawr
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.
They have watered the street,It shines in the glare of lamps,
1777
IThe Trumpet-Vine ArbourThe throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open,And the clangour of brass beats against the hot sunlight.
Aliens
The chatter of little peopleBreaks on my purpose
A Tulip Garden
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
Convalescence
From out the dragging vastness of the sea,Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands,
About Amy Lowell
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Who is Amy Lowell?
1874 - 1925/AmericanAmy Lowell was born in 1874 at Sevenels, a ten-acre family estate in Brookline, Massachusetts. Her family was Episcopalian, of old New England stock, and at the top of Boston society.
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Kavishala has 14 poems and stories by Amy Lowell, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Amy Lowell
A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.
They have watered the street,It shines in the glare of lamps,
1777
IThe Trumpet-Vine ArbourThe throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open,And the clangour of brass beats against the hot sunlight.
Aliens
The chatter of little peopleBreaks on my purpose
A Tulip Garden
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
Convalescence
From out the dragging vastness of the sea,Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands,
After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok
But why did I **** him? Why? Why?In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
A Fairy Tale
On winter nights beside the nursery fireWe read the fairy tale, while glowing coals
Autumn
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,Opulent, flaunting.
A Lady
You are beautiful and fadedLike an old opera tune
A Gift
See! I give myself to you, Beloved!My words are little jars
A Japanese Wood-Carving
High up above the open, welcoming doorIt hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.
A Tale Of Starvation
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,And a disagreeable man was he.
Selected Quotes by Amy Lowell (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,And a disagreeable man was he.
Guarded within the old red wall's embrace,Marshalled like soldiers in gay company,
See! I give myself to you, Beloved!My words are little jars
On winter nights beside the nursery fireWe read the fairy tale, while glowing coals
The chatter of little peopleBreaks on my purpose
From out the dragging vastness of the sea,Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands,
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