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I shall go Up and down In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed.

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Amy Lowell
Age: 51 †
Born: 1874
Born: February 9
Died: 1925
Died: May 12
Poet
Socialite
Writer
Brookline
Massachusetts
Amy Lawrence Lowell
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Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England ... Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon Lilacs watching a deserted house ... Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.
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Poets are always the advance guard of literature the advance guard of life. It is for this reason that their recognition comes so slowly.
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Only those of our poets who kept solidly to the Shakespearean tradition achieved any measure of success. But Keats was the last great exponent of that tradition, and we all know how thin, how lacking in charm, the copies of Keats have become.
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Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
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Great emotion always tends to become rhythmic, and out of that tendency the forms of art have been evolved. Art becomes artificial only when the forms take precedence over the emotion.
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To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.
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Even pain pricks to livelier living.
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A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
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Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
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This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
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Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
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May is much sunshine through small leaves.
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I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.
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Youth condemns maturity condones
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Oh! To be a butterfly Still, upon a flower, Winking with its painted wings, Happy in the hour.
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Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their of courses Are not quite the same.
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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.
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How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection?
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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
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Happiness, to some, is elation to others it is mere stagnation.
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