The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
Take up the White man's burden -- Send forth the best ye breed -- Go bind your sons to exile ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
The wind took off with the sunset-- The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North ...
If the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, They know not much what ...
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
THE queen in the lofty hall takes her place, The tapers around her are flaming; She speaks to the page: ...
The devil must be smiling as we wake before dawn changing Christmas into shopping clawing for a sale Losing sight ...
Little man Newly five years old Devil in your blue eyes, Sly smile and infectious laugh Sharing candy with me, ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
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