Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran ...
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tires of weeping, My heart is sick ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, ...
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine's a garden of faded ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the ...
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