Poems by Amy Levy
To a Dead Poet
... And he" (they said) "was such a man, ...
To Death
... (From Lenau.) If within my heart there's mould, ...
To E.
... Beneath the trees:And do you mind that sunny day, ...
To Sylvia
... to-day, When love is lost and hope is fled, ...
To Vernon Lee
... The peasant's plot, between the corn-shoots sprung ...
Translated from Geibel
... 'Drink, for the draught is sweet,' I heard them say, ...
Twilight
... I leaned against the stile, and thought ...
Youth and Love
... He plucks the myrtle for his brow, ...
To Lallie (Outside the British Museum)
... and where, For aye reclined, a headless fair ...
To Clementina Black
... " Our hopes go down that sailed before the breeze ...
A Game of Lawn Tennis
... The light through the leaves is streaming,- ...
A Ballad Of Religion And Marriage
... The flame of love shall glance and glow ...
Alma Mater
... my own Sits lightly on its bosom's throne ...
Epitaph (On a Commonplace Person Who Died in Bed)
... Never sway and sway 'twixt the false and true, ...
Xantippe(A Fragment)
... bitter ones Which sorrow taught me, and not love inspired, ...
