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 ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
A singular sound, a permanency, masculine certainty, sudden heavy, final, unrelenting the sound of authority, no free will no choices ...
To love our county, right or wrong, isn't to put our heads in the sand; but to stand by our ...
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights. Ah, the delirious weeks ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
I wanted to be County Judge One more term, so as to round out a service Of thirty years. But ...
Why did Albert Schirding kill himself Trying to be County Superintendent of Schools, Blest as he was with the means ...
Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one Because his children were all failures. But I know of a fate ...
I was the milliner Talked about, lied about, Mother of Dora, Whose strange disappearance Was charged to her rearing. My ...
Suppose you stood just five feet two, And had worked your way as a grocery clerk, Studying law by candle ...
I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge. When I felt the bullet enter my heart I ...
I had fiddled all day at the county fair. But driving home "Butch" Weldy and Jack McGuire, Who were roaring ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
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