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Amy Lowell Quotes about Heart

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Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart.

Life, Flower, Heart

Amy Lowell (2009). “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass”, p.9, ReadHowYouWant.com

Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies.

Heart, Men, Soul

Amy Lowell (1971). “Poetry and Poets: Essays”, p.3, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind is stuffed with words Which voice the passion and the ache of things: Illusions beating with their baffled wings Against the walls of circumstance.

Wall, Passion, Heart

Amy Lowell (1955). “Complete poetical works: With an introd. by Louis Untermeyer”

Now you are come! You tremble like a star Poised where, behind earth's rim, the sun has set. Your voice has sung across my heart, but numb And mute, I have no tones to answer.

Stars, Heart, Voice

Amy Lowell (1955). “Complete poetical works: With an introd. by Louis Untermeyer”

I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

Dream, Song, Heart

Amy Lowell (2009). “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass”, p.70, ReadHowYouWant.com

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

Dream, Flower, Heart

Amy Lowell (2009). “A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass”, p.9, ReadHowYouWant.com

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