The Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
When I made you, I loved you. Now I pity you. I gave you all you needed: bed of earth, ...
Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs . near the shingle mill . winter morning. Falling of a dry ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout -- A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Bonnie Kilmany, in the County of Fife, Is a healthy spot to reside in to lengthen one's life. The scenery ...
To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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