Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
(For Helen Parry Eden) "Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; ...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,-- God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own! Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge Constant my heart ...
Out of the night forth flamed a star -mine own! Now seventy light-years nearer as I urge Constant my heart ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
Longing for spiritual springs, I dragged myself through desert sands ... An angel with three pairs of wings Arrived to ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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