Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, ...
At the right time God will call me home lifting me up with his mighty hand carrying me home as ...
All of my worries given to my creator turned over to God because he cared for me Amazing mercy grace ...
Even in the storms the disquiet of my life seeking clarity for my path that you would guide my feet ...
With trepidation, anxiety with trembling voice reading the scripture the ancient text Speaking the words of God in the creation ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed ...
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798, That Nelson saw with inexpressible delight The City of ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
'Twas in the town of Sunderland, and in the year of 1883, That about 200 children were launch'd into eternity ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes. Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness, Like the flight ...
The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, while two black birds ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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