A Ballad of Footmen (Amy Lowell Poem)
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
Words flow onto paper like rain , forming giant rivers of unseen lands. The very force guides us along a ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
off center, leading upward in quietude, into prayer time for contemplation focused on the cross walking in prayer courses of ...
Beyond the fields at the edge of the woods stones scattered cast into the brush. Gathering the stones together creating ...
Let's see, what were those courses in our seminary this semester Oh yeah, they were Betrayal, abandonment, death, and resurrection ...
Mulch, beside the house By the foundation, under the wet, Decaying broad oak leaves Renewing the soil, as they do ...
One thousand more of our best and brightest our nation's treasure, spent in the streets, in the dust of that ...
I am alone on my porch, in the rain. Nightfall is closing in. Now, the island is lonely. The world ...
Reexamination of law Forgotten, Pulling tendrils of memory to the front to be ready to answer the test New law ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy ...
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