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 ...
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
Bowing our heads, giving over our wills leaving all, our comfort kneeling as he did, in the Garden Gethsemane, knowing ...
College was wasted on the lot of us at least in that moment or maybe it was the intoxication of ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days -- Myself had just to earn ...
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their -- low Brows -- ...
I wait for you. The years in silence pass And as the image, one, I wait for you again. The ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
WHERE are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
"He could not forget that he was a Sidney." Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this ...
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