The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946-1984 A hook shot kisses the rim and hangs there, helplessly, but doesn't drop, and ...
That flow of gallants which approach To kiss thy hand from out the coach; That fleet of lackeys which do ...
After Midnight The coach a pumpkin And coachmen field mice The spell broken And the bubble burst. It's dark And ...
The coachman's at the door Checking his watch He knows the score, The sequence, the deadline Down the road Heeding ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill, As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; And to himself his Age repeated o'er, ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
One dignity delays for all -- One mitred Afternoon -- None can avoid this purple -- None evade this Crown! ...
I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come -- And we are waiting for the ...
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach -- Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the ...
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- Wearing the Sod Gown -- Bonnet of Everlasting Laces -- Brooch -- frozen on ...
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last -- It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes ...
I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
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