A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
The telephone company calls and asks what the fuss is. Betty from the telephone company, who's not concerned with the ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding ...
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I'll give my Sunday frock to have ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
On the warm July river head back upside down river for a roof slowly paddling towards an estuary between trees ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Not, where the stairway turns in the dark, A hooded figure, shriveled under a flowing cloak! Not yellow eyes in ...
Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's ...
Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's ...
Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? The clink of arms is good ...
A misprint in a newspaper reported: 'Auden stepped from the train and was greeted by a small but enthusiastic crow.' ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight, Star-spiders spinning their thread Hang high suspended, withouten respite Watching ...
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