A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
Watching Christ sitting at the table speaking words unlike the others always the same before Hushed, in that moment the ...
Finding the tares, the weeds the grasses, the ragweed, milkweed and plantain, growing, thriving in the lilies, the beds, the ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
". . . defeated, with great loss." Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking, Impatient people jammed in line for food, The rasping noise of cars together ...
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