A Cross-Road Epitaph – Amy Levy

“Am Kreuzweg wird begraben Wer selber brachte sich um.” When first the world grew dark to me I call’d on God, yet came not he….

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The Old Poet – Amy Levy

The Old Poet I will be glad because it is the Spring; I will forget the winter in my heart– Dead hopes and withered promise;…

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Epitaph (On A Commonplace Person Who Died In Bed) – Amy Levy

Epitaph (On A Commonplace Person Who Died In Bed) THIS is the end of him, here he lies: The dust in his throat, the worm…

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On The Wye In May – Amy Levy

On The Wye In May Now is the perfect moment of the year. Half naked branches, half a mist of green, Vivid and delicate the…

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A Reminiscence – Amy Levy

A Reminiscence It is so long gone by, and yet How clearly now I see it all! The glimmer of your cigarette, The little chamber,…

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To Death – Amy Levy

To Death (From Lenau.) If within my heart there’s mould, If the flame of Poesy And the flame of Love grow cold, Slay my body…

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In The Nower – Amy Levy

In The Nower To J. De P. Deep in the grass outstretched I lie, Motionless on the hill; Above me is a cloudless sky, Around…

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The End Of The Day – Amy Levy

The End Of The Day To B. T. Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day Fails and slackens and fades away.– The sky that was so…

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Borderland – Amy Levy

Borderland Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro’ the pane, I am aware Of an unseen presence hovering,…

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Translated From Geibel – Amy Levy

Translated From Geibel O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart, What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast? After thy long, unutterable woe Wouldst…

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On The Threshold – Amy Levy

On The Threshold O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you lay all…

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A London Plane-Tree – Amy Levy

A London Plane-Tree Green is the plane-tree in the square, The other trees are brown; They droop and pine for country air; The plane-tree loves…

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The Sick Man And The Nightingale – Amy Levy

The Sick Man And The Nightingale (From Lenau.) So late, and yet a nightingale? Long since have dropp’d the blossoms pale, The summer fields are…

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In The Mile End Road – Amy Levy

In The Mile End Road How like her! But ’tis she herself, Comes up the crowded street, How little did I think, the morn, My…

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The Dream – Amy Levy

The Dream Believe me, this was true last night, Tho’ it is false to-day. – A.M.F. Robinson. A fair dream to my chamber flew: Such…

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Between The Showers – Amy Levy

Between The Showers Between the showers I went my way, The glistening street was bright with flowers; It seemed that March had turned to May…

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To Sylvia – Amy Levy

To Sylvia “O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow”– Such was the song you sang to me Once,…

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Oh, Is It Love – Amy Levy

Oh, Is It Love O is it Love or is it Fame, This thing for which I sigh? Or has it then no earthly name…

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A Wall Flower – Amy Levy

A Wall Flower I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane My spirit rises to…

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The Two Terrors – Amy Levy

The Two Terrors Two terrors fright my soul by night and day: The first is Life, and with her come the years; A weary, winding…

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In The Black Forest – Amy Levy

In The Black Forest I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of blue….

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The Birch-Tree At Loschwitz – Amy Levy

The Birch-Tree At Loschwitz At Loschwitz above the city The air is sunny and chill; The birch-trees and the pine-trees Grow thick upon the hill….

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Ballade Of An Omnibus – Amy Levy

Ballade Of An Omnibus “To see my love suffices me.” –Ballades in Blue China. Some men to carriages aspire; On some the costly hansoms wait;…

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To Vernon Lee – Amy Levy

To Vernon Lee On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The peasant’s plot,…

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New Love, New Life – Amy Levy

New Love, New Life I. She, who so long has lain Stone-stiff with folded wings, Within my heart again The brown bird wakes and sings….

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A Game Of Lawn Tennis – Amy Levy

A Game Of Lawn Tennis What wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day? The light through the leaves is streaming,–…

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The Sequel To A Reminiscence – Amy Levy

The Sequel To A Reminiscence Not in the street and not in the square, The street and square where you went and came; With shuttered…

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In A Minor Key – Amy Levy

In A Minor Key (AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; Ev’ry…

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Straw In The Street – Amy Levy

Straw In The Street Straw in the street where I pass to-day Dulls the sound of the wheels and feet. ‘Tis for a failing life…

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At Dawn – Amy Levy

At Dawn In the night I dreamed of you; All the place was filled With your presence; in my heart The strife was stilled. All…

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Twilight – Amy Levy

Twilight So Mary died last night! To-day The news has travelled here. And Robert died at Michaelmas, And Walter died last year. I went at…

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London Poets – Amy Levy

London Poets They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, thin and grey, the melancholy…

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A June-Tide Echo – Amy Levy

A June-Tide Echo After a Richter Concert. In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey, And the keen blast blew through the city…

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The Promise Of Sleep – Amy Levy

The Promise Of Sleep Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast; No joy for thee–but thou shalt find…

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Impotens – Amy Levy

Impotens If I were a woman of old, What prayers I would pray for you, dear; My pitiful tribute behold– Not a prayer, but a…

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Sonnet – Amy Levy

Sonnet Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves of passion and of…

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At A Dinner Party – Amy Levy

At A Dinner Party With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain–could one expect So dull a…

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To Lallie (Outside The British Museum) – Amy Levy

To Lallie (Outside The British Museum) UP those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, O Lallie, Lallie ! The world…

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London In July – Amy Levy

London In July What ails my senses thus to cheat? What is it ails the place, That all the people in the street Should wear…

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A Greek Girl – Amy Levy

A Greek Girl I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long day in…

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The Piano-Organ – Amy Levy

The Piano-Organ My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my head. I open…

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Felo De Se – Amy Levy

Felo De Se With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled in vain; I…

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Sinfonia Eroica – Amy Levy

Sinfonia Eroica (To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the eager people thronging…

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Ballade Of A Special Edition – Amy Levy

Ballade Of A Special Edition He comes; I hear him up the street– Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet,…

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Xantippe – Amy Levy

Xantippe (A Fragment) What, have I waked again? I never thought To see the rosy dawn, or ev’n this grey, Dull, solemn stillness, ere the…

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Lohengrin – Amy Levy

Lohengrin Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may she behold his face,…

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A Farewell – Amy Levy

A Farewell (After Heine.) The sad rain falls from Heaven, A sad bird pipes and sings ; I am sitting here at my window And…

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The Lost Friend – Amy Levy

The Lost Friend The people take the thing of course, They marvel not to see This strange, unnatural divorce Betwixt delight and me. I know…

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Christopher Found – Amy Levy

Christopher Found I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so long, I sought…

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Run To Death – Amy Levy

Run To Death A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth’s face, In the crowned castle…

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Alma Mater – Amy Levy

Alma Mater A haunted town thou art to me. — Andrew Lang To-day in Florence all the air Is soft with spring, with sunlight fair;…

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To E – Amy Levy

To E The mountains in fantastic lines Sweep, blue-white, to the sky, which shines Blue as blue gems; athwart the pines The lake gleams blue….

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Magdalen – Amy Levy

Magdalen All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet hard; The dreary faces…

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A Dirge – Amy Levy

A Dirge “Mein Herz, mein Herz ist traurig Doch lustig leuchtet der Mai” There’s May amid the meadows, There’s May amid the trees; Her May-time…

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The Old House – Amy Levy

The Old House In through the porch and up the silent stair; Little is changed, I know so well the ways;– Here, the dead came…

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Contradictions – Amy Levy

Contradictions Now, even, I cannot think it true, My friend, that there is no more you. Almost as soon were no more I, Which were,…

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Ralph To Mary – Amy Levy

Ralph To Mary Love, you have led me to the strand, Here, where the stilly, sunset sea, Ever receding silently, Lays bare a shining stretch…

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A Minor Poet – Amy Levy

A Minor Poet “What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?” Here is the phial; here I turn the key Sharp…

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To A Dead Poet – Amy Levy

To A Dead Poet I knew not if to laugh or weep; They sat and talked of you– “‘Twas here he sat; ’twas this he…

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Last Words – Amy Levy

Last Words Dead! all’s done with! — R. Browning. These blossoms that I bring, This song that here I sing, These tears that now I…

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