Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
crisis has a fact to get straight it needn't be the end of the world beginnings too are coated with ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
When you have sailed the seven seas And looped the ends of earth, You'll long at last for slippered ease ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit, My den is all a cosy glow; And snug before the fire ...
Here in the Autumn of my days My life is mellowed in a haze. Unpleasant sights are none to clear, ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
It's mighty nice at shut of day With weariness to hit the hey, To close your eyes, tired through and ...
'Nay; I don't need a hearing aid' I told Mama-in-law; 'For if I had I'd be afraid Of your eternal ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully ...
Unto his housemaid spoke the Laird: "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and aired: ...
Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman, And he lived in London town; His wife she was a good kind soul, And ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
What the Carpenter Said THE moon's a cottage with a door. Some folks can see it plain. Look, you may ...
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