The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe, Duly to count the sum of all my cares, I find ...
Because finally the personal is all that matters, we spend years describing stones, chairs, abandoned farmhouses- until we're ready. Always ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Paradise is that old mansion Many owned before -- Occupied by each an instant Then reversed the Door -- Bliss ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
To have a business of my own With toil and tears, I wore my fingers to the bone For weary ...
With what sharp checks I in myself am shent, When into Reason's audit I do go: And by just counts ...
No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; he may not own his roof-tree overhead, He ...
Ah, wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good ...
I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing the gonfalon Of independence, for reform, and ...
Here I lie close to the grave Of Old Bill Piersol, Who grew rich trading with the indians, and who ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
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