Author: Amy Levy

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

Put the sweet thoughts from out thy mind, The dreams from out thy breast; No joy for thee but thou […]

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

Believe me, this was true last night, Tho’ it is false to-day. A. M. F. Robinson. A fair dream to […]

The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. ‘Tis the wind […]

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

With fruit and flowers the board is deckt, The wine and laughter flow; I’ll not complain could one expect So […]

(To Sylvia.) My Love, my Love, it was a day in June, A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon; And all the […]

So Mary died last night! To-day The news has travelled here. And Robert died at Michaelmas, And Walter died last […]

On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The […]

Last June I saw your face three times; Three times I touched your hand; Now, as before, May month is […]

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

With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh’d and have struggled in […]

A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth’s face, In the […]

More blest than was of old Diogenes, I have not held my lantern up in vain. Not mine, at least, […]