Clear, with Light, Variable Winds (Amy Lowell Poem)
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
"...a frozen memory, like any photo, where nothing is missing, not even, and especially, nothingness..." -- Julio Cortázar, "Blow Up" ...
If you are lucky in this life, you will get to help your enemy the way I got to help ...
HERE, Here I live with what my board Can with the smallest cost afford; Though ne'er so mean the viands ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
The girl's far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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