The Little Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, ...
The clock is silent nowadays clocks no longer need to make that rhythmic sound of life. We have moved on ...
Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day, Both to be busy, ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
They sing their dearest songs -- He, she, all of them -- yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Do we reach the sea with clocks In our pockets, with the noise of the sea In the sea, or ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
It's like the Light -- A fashionless Delight -- It's like the Bee -- A dateless -- Melody -- It's ...
If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented -- so -- If just as soon as Breath ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
Great Streets of silence led away To Neighborhoods of Pause -- Here was no Notice -- no Dissent No Universe ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Muttered Henry:â?"Lord of matter, thus: upon some more unquiet spirit knock, my madnesses have cease. All the quarter astonishes a ...
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
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