Amy Levy

Amy Levy

Amy Judith Levy (10 November 1861 – 10 September 1889) was a British essayist, poet, and novelist best remembered for her literary gifts; her experience as the first Jewish woman aБольше
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Magdalen

LL things I can endure, save one
The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet hard; The dreary faces here within; The outer women's cold regard; The Pastor's iterated "sin";— These things could I endure, and...

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In a Minor Key

(AN
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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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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 ripening,    And yet a sound of spring

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Sonnet

Most wonderful and strange it seems, that
Who but a little time ago was
High on the waves of passion and of pain,
With aching heat and wildly throbbing brain,

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London Poets

(In Memoriam
)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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To Vernon Lee

On Bellosguardo, when the year was young,
We wandered, seeking for the
And dark anemone, whose purples
The peasant's plot, between the corn-shoots sprung

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To Death

(From Lenau
)If within my heart there's mould,
If the flame of
And the flame of Love grow cold,

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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 Thy
All day I could not work for woe, I could not work nor rest;
The trouble drove me to and fro, Like a leaf on the storm...

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XantippeA Fragment

What, have I waked again
I never
To see the rosy dawn, or ev'n this grey,
Dull, solemn stillness, ere the dawn has come

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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
Brown nightingale, whose strain    Is heard by day, by night,

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To Lallie Outside the British Museum

Up those Museum steps you came,
And straightway all my blood was flame,                             O Lallie,
Lallie
The world (I had been feeling low)In one short moment's space did grow                             A happy valley

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