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 ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Beneath the deep veranda's shade, When bats begin to fly, I sit me down and watch -- alas! -- Another ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice. A man of genius: that is, of amazing Ability, courage, ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
my jerusalem my newfoundland juicy as redcurrants with their sweet tang taste my desire my holy requirement caught in a ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Outside the afterlight's lucent rose Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, And shadows are stealing across the snows; ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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