The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They ...
Shove off from the wharf-edge! Steady! Watch for a smooth! Give way! If she feels the lop already She'll stand ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Brethren, how shall it fare with me When the war is laid aside, If it be proven that I am ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
How gayly is at first begun Our Life's uncertain Race! Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun, With which we just ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears Today of past regrets and future fears; Tomorrow? Why, tomorrow I may ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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